The giant yawned because he was sleepy.
The drowsiness came from boredom.
He was bored because the people on the islands could not come out of the fog, and he could not enter the fog, and there were no ships or people on the sea.
Because before that, he had shouted towards the distance.
Four hours later, a strong gust of wind suddenly appeared on the calm ocean in the distance. The sail was blown like a child's puffed up face, making whooshing sounds.
The clouds on the surface of the sea were blown away by the strong wind, revealing the azure sky. However, there was the sound of thunder. It was the cry of the giant who had been distorted by time and space.
A godly ship from Penglai Island was sailing toward the depths of the ocean calmly and cheerfully.
This godly ship was preparing to head towards the archipelago in the sea. It still had to go to the even more distant foreign continent, and it would return after seven years.
Such an ambitious journey was forced to a halt by the sudden gale and thunder.
The owner of the ship walked to the front of the deck. He narrowed his eyes because of the strong wind and waved his right hand, signaling the winged pathfinders who were shaking nonstop in the strong wind to come back quickly.
With a soft thud, the winged person landed on the deck and folded his wings. His face was still filled with fear.
"I have been brought to the sea from the mainland for ten years, but I have never encountered such a strange thing."
The wind gradually died down, but the ship's owner's eyes were still squinting, giving off a feeling of wisdom and experience. He said, "This is Neptune's warning."
It was the first time the Winged Man had heard of the Sea God. He asked in surprise, "Sea God?"
The ship owner lamented, "Back then, the ship under our feet was almost swallowed by the huge whirlpool because of the sudden descent of the astral winds. It wasn't easy for us to escape, but we hit an iceberg and almost sank to the bottom of the sea. It was the Sea God who saved us back then."
The winged people thought to themselves, could it be that the Sea God is the hero from the other continent? But wasn't that story false?
He remembered clearly that everybody in Chaotian thought the story was fake when it was told to them. It was because nobody could understand how the hero of the Alien Land could cross the ocean and rescue the godly boat that was as heavy as a mountain and a river all by himself.
Only today did he know that the hero from the foreign land was not a human, but a god.
"Inform all the treasured ships and divine ships on the sea to return immediately."
The shipowner turned and walked back into the boat.
The Winged One followed and asked, "Then when do we set off again?"
The ship owner said, "Naturally, we have to wait for the decree of the Sea God."
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Kunlun Mountain was similar to Bihu Peak in Aoyama. There was a lake at the highest point.
However, the lake at the top of Kunlun was even bigger. It looked like a boundless blue sea and was called the Heavenly Lake.
The cliffs around the Heaven Lake were covered in snow. It was very cold, but the surface of the water was very warm. It was said that there was a dormant volcano below. There was another saying that the spiritual vein below the Heaven Lake originated from the same place as the fire vein of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
There was a faint fog on the surface of the water, isolating the chill outside. Some of it was natural fog, but most of it was the effect of the Kunlun Sect's formation.
There was an island in the middle of the Heavenly Lake that was concealed by the fog formation. There were countless lush green plants on the island, and there were immortal beasts swimming among them. The Spirit Qi here was extremely abundant, and it really was like a paradise.
He Wei, the Sect Master of Kunlun, withdrew his gaze from the cold pool and cut off the spiritual connection with the Cold-Signal Bird. He looked at the people in the hall and laughed.
He was one of the leaders of the orthodox Cultivation circle, but his temperament wasn't so good. He could be described as cold and hot-tempered. Yet, he laughed at the moment, indicating that he was in a good mood.
Seeing the smile on the Sect Master's face, the elders and disciples standing on both sides of the hall were startled. In the next moment, they started thinking whether they should praise the Sect Master's smile for being as warm as the spring breeze, or ask him why he laughed.
He Wei seemed to be in a good mood, so he didn't make things difficult for them. "You guys are very good, and I like it," he said straightforwardly.
The people of the Kunlun Sect didn't understand, wondering why the Immortal Sect Master praised them when there was no Plum Meeting this year and their sect didn't show off at the Four-Seas Banquet this year.
"I heard that the Mysterious Dark Sect had a mishap a few days ago."
He Wei looked at the middle-aged man standing in the third seat on the right.
That middle-aged man was called Song Qianji, his Young Brother. He had a high Cultivation state, and he was in the upper state of Free Travel according to the Cultivation states in the south.
Being on the Cold Mountain, the Kunlun Sect was close to the deviant sects like the Mysterious Dark Sect. The most important task for the Kunlun Sect was to patrol the surroundings by riding their swords and pay attention to the movements of those deviant sects.
Song Qianji was calm and alert, and his sword riding method was excellent, so he was the most suitable person for this task. In recent years, he had been in charge of all the affairs related to the Kunlun Sect.
"Many people have died in the internal strife at the Mysterious Dark Sect. We haven't figured out the reason yet, but I think it has something to do with the assassination attempt on Su Ziye in Yizhou."
Hearing Song Qianji's report, He Wei's expression turned grave, and the disciples of the Kunlun Sect in the hall were also startled.
Su Ziye, who was regarded as the hope of the revival by the Mysterious Dark Sect and most of the deviant sects, was dead? Why couldn't the Curtain Rollers confirm it until now?
"I want to go and have a look," He Wei said.
Song Qianji was taken aback a bit, saying, "Big Brother, why do you have to go in person for such a trivial matter?"
He Wei glanced at him in disgust, saying, "If you could figure it out, I wouldn't have to go in person."
It was quiet in the hall. The disciples of the Kunlun Sect lowered their heads, saying nothing. They all knew that their Sect Master didn't like Senior Master Song, though they didn't know why.
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The sword light fell down.
This place was more than one thousand miles away from Kunlun Mountain, and it was in the most desolate and dangerous part of the Cold Mountain.
There was a deep and gloomy valley among the mountains. The rocks on the mountain were red, exuding a faint bloody smell, giving off an evil feeling.
In the deepest part of the valley was the headquarters of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and the fire source was at the bottom of the valley, which was even fiercer than the one at the bottom of Kunlun Mountain. However, without the Heavenly Pond to neutralize the fire, it was easy to go mad while cultivating here.
The reason the Mysterious Dark Sect chose this place as their headquarters was because they had some evil methods in the demonic magic inherited from their ancestors that could solve this problem.
He Wei looked in the direction of the valley expressionlessly, having no intention of going there.
The power of the deviant sects had declined in the last few hundred years, but the Mysterious Dark Sect had existed for thousands of years and had profound resources. No matter how weak they were, it was impossible for the orthodox Cultivation practitioners to break into their headquarters.
Even from a distance of ten miles, he could sense the hidden lethal intent in the valley, so he knew that it was the rumored Great Formation of Ten Thousand Banners.
Song Qianji glanced at him, wondering if he could figure out more by looking at it from a distance.
He Wei suddenly asked, "Do you know why I'm so happy today?"
Song Qianji thought no one knew, so he replied with a respectful expression, "I think our sect is going to have a happy event."
"That's right. Bulao Lin is so cunning that he has only planted two spies in our sect, you and Liu Xiang. I'm very satisfied with this."
He Wei patted Song Qianji's shoulder.
A transparent lapis lazuli sword appeared in his palm.
Song Qianji let out a horrible scream.
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