The trees appearing ahead were no longer growing on islands as before. Each one had sunk its roots deep into a lake.
Quite a few trees showed only their tips above the lake, while even more were towering giants that shot skyward from its waters.
Although these trees blocked the way ahead, as the boat sped forward at full speed, they seemed to possess intelligence and swiftly moved aside to both sides.
They opened up a riverway that looked short yet seemed to have no end. After shifting aside, the trees did not close again, leaving a long trail of flowing water behind the boat.
For a time, everyone felt as though they had entered a dense forest wetland. No cultivator who had never been here could possibly have guessed such a scene.
Yet no one dared ask. The woman in white merely gazed ahead, coldness radiating from her body, with no intention of speaking at all.
This made everyone choose to keep quiet. When they did not understand the situation, silence was the wisest choice!
Having cultivated to this level, which of these cultivators was not quick-witted? Naturally, none of them would court that misfortune.
Amid the silence, everyone initially observed their surroundings, but after a long while, they began to find it exceedingly dull.
The boat showed no sign of slowing down, and the scenery around them was almost an endlessly repeating sight.
Only later did they realize in astonishment that this was not merely boredom. It was a test of every person's state of mind.
At every moment, the prow seemed as though it would slam headlong into the forest ahead.
This made the vast majority of people believe that, the instant the forest parted in the next moment, a different landscape would appear.
They might even