Relying on the traveling merchants who traveled between the small realm heaven and the middle heaven domain, this town had been prosperous since ancient times, and the lives of the people in the city had been quite good. But this year's situation was a little bad. No one knew when it started, but the sea of death was raging with huge waves. Even the usually calm bend of the sea was surging with waves endlessly. It had been a few months, and the storm showed no signs of stopping.
Not only were there no traces of those small-sized flying spiritual artifacts, even the cloud piercing shuttle, which was as huge as the cloud piercing shuttle, had been delayed for half a year and still hadn't reached the shore. The storm in the depths of the sea of death was probably even more intense, so much so that these flying spiritual artifacts had no choice but to slow down.
