The group fell silent, and even the usually cheerful Cattaleya furrowed her brows as she surveyed the unsettling view.
Shanhu Guimen spoke in a hushed tone. "We are close. This is the boundary of the Ninth Sea."
No starlight shone from above. No moonlight pierced the clouds.
The sky was covered by a single solid shroud of black clouds that never parted. Unlike normal clouds, these did not drift, did not swirl, and did not respond to wind. They hung motionless like a suffocating blanket, sealing the heavens from sight.
Lin Mu stepped closer to the edge of Little Shrubby's back, his immortal sense expanding. He reached out with his hand and summoned a small sphere of water from the sea below with Bending Will Fists.
In the darkness the droplet was completely black, with no hint of blue or green.
"This is not normal seawater," Lin Mu muttered.
Cattaleya leaned closer. "What do you sense?"
