Not even a single flying demonic beast could be seen above the sea, much less any cultivators appearing here.
The spatial currents here were somewhat chaotic. Demonic Qi and spiritual Qi intertwined and tangled together, waxing strong and weak by turns, appearing exceedingly violent and unstable.
Song Rongdao's Divine Sense swiftly swept across the sea's surface, but he did not speak immediately.
"Fellow Daoist Song, the place you mentioned couldn't be here, could it?"
The cultivator surnamed Yan looked at Song Rongdao in surprise.
Although this place was far from Black Forest Manor, at their speed, it would only take a little over a day even without flying at full speed. Yet they had deliberately taken a winding route and flown for several days before arriving here.
Song Rongdao did not answer his question. Instead, he turned to look at the green-faced youth beside him.
"Brother Bai, did you discover anything?"
The youth surnamed Bai had just withdrawn his Divine Sense as well. He shook his head woodenly.
"After repeatedly investigating over the past few days, I found nothing amiss. What about you, Fellow Daoist Song?"
The two of them had the highest cultivation among this small party. Their exchange immediately startled the female cultivator surnamed Yang and the cultivator surnamed Yan.
"So that was why we kept circling around. Did the two of you sense something bad?"
As the female cultivator surnamed Yang spoke, she cautiously spread out her Divine Sense again and secretly gathered her spiritual power.
"It was because I had some bad feelings that I asked Brother Bai to confirm it repeatedly as well. However, neither Brother Bai nor I found anything over the past two days. It seems I was overly suspicious—perhaps I was simply too nervous!"
The expression on Song Rongdao's face had clearly