Ripples suddenly appeared somewhere up in the sky in the Ninth Continent.
A huge golden ship sailed out from the ripples.
The symbol of a broken sword was engraved on the ship.
Several people stood on the bow of the ship. The leader was Wan Qingzi, and he was surrounded by a group of elders.
The people seemed panicked, and they were in a miserable state.
"Where are we?"
They looked around after coming out from the void.
"We're safe now. After traveling for so long, we should have left the central region behind us. Look, there's the sea. We're at the beach now," Wan Qingzi said grimly.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. They could finally afford to let their guard down.
Wan Qingzi sighed when he looked at them.
He could not blame them. Earlier, even he was scared as well.
