Several days later.
Wind and snow filled the sky as a lone boat slowly settled onto the sea. A dark shadow then slipped into the water and transformed into a massive, pitch-black beast twenty feet across. It was Guiwu.
Two figures stood indistinctly aboard the Bamboo Boat-Zhao Yi and Wang Qing, naturally. The cold wind bit, and as they gazed at the calm sea around them, even their considerable cultivation could not keep a chill from creeping down their backs. It was as though a hideous beast lay ahead, its bloody maw spread wide as it waited for them.
"The Outer Sea is extraordinarily cold. The feeling is especially obvious once we cross this faint dividing line!" Beside him, Wang Qing stared into the distance, his brows tightly knitted as he voiced the warning.
"That's not all. Try spirit attraction into the body. The spiritual energy here is extremely unstable. Stay here too long, and I fear the mildest consequence would be damaged meridians. At worst, your soul could undergo drastic changes, leading to qi deviation!"
As a Dao Foundation cultivator, Zhao Yi was naturally far more sensitive than Wang Qing. He sighed. "We were too rash this time, coming here without making careful inquiries first. May the Immortal Venerable watch over us. Let's not run into any Demon Generals!"
"Eldest Senior Brother, is it that serious?"
Hearing this, Wang Qing grew even more anxious. "Let's go back!"
Eldest Senior Brother was the pillar of their sect. He could not be exposed to any risk!
Zhao Yi shook his head and said, "We just need to be careful! There shouldn't be any Demon Generals here. We'll keep going, but no farther than five hundred li! Even if we encounter a Demon General then, I'm confident I can bring you and