"Captain, bad news! The Dayun has run aground!"
"Hmm?"
Upgrading the Formless Pure Ice had taken too much time.
From the initial preparations to using the Brain of Creation's Spiritual Power for the upgrade, Shi Ming had remained completely focused.
As a result, the Formless Pure Ice had been exposed for about thirty minutes. The captain's cabin was relatively isolated, situated on the side of the ship facing the sea. The chill it emitted caused the temperature on that side of the hull to plummet. After reaching a critical point, it had actually frozen the seawater—a feat normally considered difficult...
Shi Ming put away this treasure, ranked 48th, and walked out of the captain's cabin.
'It's just some ice. I just need to break it.'
It was now nearly 7 p.m.
Dusk...
The reflection of the orange-red sunset shimmered on the boundless sea. The layer of ice refracted the blood-red evening clouds, creating a desolate, indescribable beauty.
"It really is frozen solid."
