The Eastern and Western Domains are separated by a vast sea.
With Su Muzhe’s capabilities, finding a ship wasn’t too difficult. They sailed for three or four days until they arrived at a place called ’Nu Hai Reef,’ where they stopped.
"Young Master Ye, the ship can go no further!"
Su Muzhe said beside him.
"Why?" Ye Qingchen frowned slightly.
"This place is called ’Nu Hai Reef,’ and beyond it is truly a dangerous land. Our ancestors have passed down the rule that we must never set foot in it," the ship’s captain hurriedly explained,
"There are fierce winds above the sea, and aquatic creatures lurking below that can capsize any ship."
Ye Qingchen thought for a mont and said, "If that’s the case, we don’t need you to take us any further. Just leave us a small boat."
The ship’s captain was deeply grateful upon hearing this.
He dared not offend these two. One of them was the ancestor of the Su Family, known as the Demon-Vanquishing Ancestor Master. The other was the recently renowned Supre Celestial Saint of the Eastern Domain.
Imdiately, the ship’s captain left them a small boat and hastily returned to the harbor.
Su Moze frowned as he looked at the small boat.
With only this small boat, they had no idea how long it would take to reach the Western Domain.
"Let’s go!"
But Ye Qingchen didn’t care at all. He directly stepped onto the small boat, and with a twist of the wind, the boat seed to be lifted by invisible hands, shooting forward rapidly, leaving a long trail on the sea surface.
Like a dragon riding the waves!
"This..."
Su Muzhe clicked his tongue secretly upon seeing this.
Although he could achieve this feat with his abilities, it wasn’t as effortless as Ye Qingchen’s performance. However, Su Muzhe didn’t know that since Ye Qingchen had comprehended the Sword Spirit, his control over the wind had beco extraordinarily skilled.
While Su Muzhe was still in shock, Ye Qingchen’s voice drifted over:
"Elder Su, you’ve been to the Western Domain, tell about it!"
Su Muzhe, hearing this, was filled with trepidation: "Young Master Ye, you truly humble . In front of you, how dare I claim to be old?"
In the Martial Dao, the skilled are regarded as teachers.
Ye Qingchen’s feats of slaying Lei Ming were astonishing. Even though Su Muzhe had reached the Celestial Saint Eighth Layer, compared to Ye Qingchen, he was woefully lacking. He quickly bowed and said:
"I went to the Western Domain over a hundred years ago. At that ti, Qian Qiuxue, the first disciple of the Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint, had gone missing there, so he entrusted us to investigate."
"In terms of the Western Domain, it’s not much different from ours, with factions also divided into families, sects, and organizations. However, because the Western Domain did not experience the calamity of heavenly fire, their strong ones should be more nurous!"
Su Muzhe spoke aloud, but his heart sighed secretly.
If six hundred years ago the disaster of falling teors hadn’t occurred, causing many strong ones in the Eastern Domain to perish in the Ten Thousand Mountains, Mo Luo Celestial Saint would not have dared to set foot in the Eastern Domain, nor would the misfortune brought by the Celestial God Sect have occurred today.
The entire Eastern Domain wouldn’t have been so easily suppressed by the small Thunder Departnt of the Celestial God Sect, almost unable to rise again.
"I see!"
Ye Qingchen nodded, understandingly.
The heavenly fire that descended back then indeed caused significant damage to the Eastern Domain, to the extent that its vitality has not yet fully recovered in all these years. The only things left are the Eight Divine Soul Swords and that peculiar Alchemy Furnace shard.
He had already refined the Eight Divine Soul Swords, able to wield them as if with his own arm. But that Alchemy Furnace shard had been problematic. Once he placed it into the Crimson Mist Cauldron, the entire cauldron seed forcibly sealed by so power.
He suddenly furrowed his brow, recalling sothing.
"By the way, did you ever find any trace of Qian Qiuxue?"
Ye Qingchen asked.
He had once received the legacy of the Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint in the Desert Spirit Spring and promised to find Qian Qiuxue for him. However, he hadn’t expected that the Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint, along with Su Muzhe and others, had gone to the Western Domain over a hundred years ago.
Su Muzhe shook his head and sighed:
"No! But according to the information we have, Qian Qiuxue’s disappearance might be greatly related to the Celestial God Sect."
Ye Qingchen nodded secretly upon hearing this.
Is it the Celestial God Sect again?
Afterward, Ye Qingchen asked about things regarding the Western Domain and the Celestial God Sect.
This allowed him to gain a preliminary understanding of the Western Domain and the Celestial God Sect.
They continued onward in silence, with Ye Qingchen steering the small boat rapidly toward the Western Domain. For ordinary people, this chaotic sea was indeed a perilous place, but for Ye Qingchen, it was nothing.
He only needed to release his aura to intimidate the creatures lurking beneath the waves, preventing them from daring to approach.
Even when so less perceptive creatures erged, they were no match for a single sword swing from Ye Qingchen.
However, for Ye Qingchen, the only trouble was the fierce winds of the sea; even he could not oppose the Power of Heaven and Earth. If the fierce wind arose, the whole world would be plunged into darkness, with stormy winds and rain.
Still.
The previous fierce winds lasted at most half a day, but this ti they continued for seven full days and nights. The rain poured like beans, and thunderbolts crashed down one after another, causing the entire world to tremble.
Even with him and Su Muzhe taking turns to resist it, they were eventually exhausted.
"It’s finally over!"
Ye Qingchen exhaled a long breath of stale air.
"Indeed, no wonder few can cross this sea; just with this fierce wind, no ship can traverse the ocean," Su Muzhe said, collapsing on the boat as he gazed at the sky cleared of clouds.
"Did you encounter such storms when you sailed across the sea before?" Ye Qingchen asked casually.
"No..." Su Muzhe shook his head, "The fierce winds at sea are not predictable. The longest ti we ever encountered them before was only three days."
As Su Muzhe spoke, his eyes suddenly contracted. He pointed behind Ye Qingchen as if having seen a ghost, his body hair standing on end.
Ye Qingchen sensed sothing amiss, quickly turning his head. He saw several gigantic shadows sweeping across the sea; they were indeed colossal ships.
These ships were seven or eight zhang tall, sailing on the sea like floating mountains.
"Ships?"
Ye Qingchen’s expression changed, becoming a bit grim.
They had just weathered a fierce wind and were drained of strength when unfamiliar ships appeared, leaving them uncertain whether they were friend or foe. If the newcors had malicious intent, the situation could beco dire very quickly.
"There’s soone there!"
"Quick, head over..."
At this mont.
The people on the ships also noticed Ye Qingchen and Su Muzhe, shouting loudly and imdiately turning their bows to speed toward them.
"Young Master Ye, they’re coming..."
Seeing the approaching ships.
Su Muzhe got extrely nervous, hastily warning.
"Hmm!"
Ye Qingchen also squinted his eyes, full of vigilance.
Then, suddenly, a familiar voice called out:
"Ye Qingchen!"
He turned his head, eyes widening, seeing an unexpected person.
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