Under the sea breeze, the waves flowed like a poet's ink across an azure canvas, displaying the ever-changing charm of the Demon God's Sea.
But as the voyage continued, the passengers aboard the ship were clearly growing a little weary.
Gray Donkey gave a feeble "hee-haw" and gazed listlessly at the sky. It had been so very long since it had set foot on land.
How it missed eating mushrooms and happily munching grass on land.
Little Pelican's eyes were equally vacant. Seeing the donkey glaring at it, it unceremoniously honked back.
What are you looking at? Got a death wish?
Only their eldest senior brother, Little White, remained as still as a meditating monk, its turtle head raised high toward the sun, eyes open and body motionless. It had held this pose for 112 hours.
Life at sea was dull and monotonous. Even though Zhang Ming secretly used the Space-Time Worm to teleport them over stretches of the journey, the long cultivation voyage still felt rather arduous to his little companions.
Of course, for Old Zhang, life could hardly have been more comfortable. He was living like an immortal!
For one thing, when he got bored, he could play with his wife. For another, he could secretly transition back to the Burial Realm, gather his friends, and enjoy fine food and wine. Now that the tunnel to the Burial Realm was finished, a round trip took only a few hours. What a carefree life!
[Don't you feel ashamed?]
"I'm not the one cultivating. I've already attained perfect merit! It's that turtle, that donkey, and that bird who need to cultivate!" Zhang Ming replied.
His skin was as thick as an iron wall.
Ordinary verbal attacks could not breach his defenses at all.
"But this trip back to