Three days later.
The white water split by waves, with layers of yellow sand wrapped around the wave crests, rose three feet without a gust of wind.
The sky is high and the waters vast, various waterfowl rest on the shore's shallows.
"After drifting in the Southern Continent for over a decade, I finally return to the Western Continent today."
Liu Yu looked back at the water the same color as the sky, emitting a long sigh, his heart suddenly feeling at ease.
The Sect was at the top of the food chain in the Western Continent, and though there were tasks within the Sect, the threat of death was rare.
Even in perilous times when the Demon Calamity or Devil Calamity broke out, there were senior and fellow disciples standing shoulder to shoulder with him, but traveling alone in the Southern Continent, he experienced more killings and darkness, often finding himself in peril.
