The Voyage of the Spiritual was astonishingly difficult, designed in such a fantastical way that Wei Wuyin had never heard of a similar trial that tested one's mettle, fearlessness, and resilience. As he walked through the split halves of the churning, ravenously red sea, Wei Wuyin found himself marveling at its power.
If he was a typical traveler attempting to sail across this sea, it would've used his own power against him to induce heaven-shaking catastrophes. If he failed to handle these responses, he would drown, his spirit eaten away by the liquids, leaving him bereft of cultivation. A risky venture, for sure.
He was unsure if Liu Suyin acting as the overseer would protect him or leave him to die. For an inexplicable reason, he felt as if the latter was more likely. With a brisk pace, he treaded the seabed as if it was flat ground. The other voyagers had jaw-dropped expressions with widened eyes infused with a light of utmost disbelief.
