"Chaotic Heaven Punishment, seeking life in the Ferry Grave."
Han Yi murmured softly.
On the piece of paper, a line written both simply and carelessly, contained not an iota of superfluous information, nor did it embody any form of might.
With a light flick of his finger, spiritual power descended, and the piece of paper turned to ash.
"Chaotic Heaven Punishment? Anything that can be called a heaven punishment must not be simple; so these Sacrificers built the Ferry Grave Taoist Boat to cross a heaven punishment within the chaos," he pondered.
"And from its name, this heaven punishment is related to 'graves'."
"As I thought," he said.
Han Yi had speculated as much before; the information revealed by that mundane piece of paper confirmed his guess.
Of course, merely guessing was far from enough.
