The glaring sunlight, the large wooden raft bobbing with the waves, and Wu Wang lying on a simple bed in the center of the raft, his stomach pressed down by a three-stringed instrument, his head covered by a piece of sheepskin.
Spiritual Sense spread out around him as a precaution and for navigation; three bamboo dragonfly-like artifacts settled behind the raft, pushing it along steadily toward the west.
Twelve hours had passed since his separation from Jingwei, and he missed her.
What had the old senior said when he threw him into the sea? It was something like this: they were not far from the coast of the East Sea now, and he told Wu Wang to enter the Human Domain on his own and to cultivate peacefully from then on.
Wu Wang actually understood. His father-in-law saw in him the hope of breaking through the power limits of the Human Emperor. Perhaps the Human race could control another top-tier combat Dao after the Dao of Fire—the Star Dao.
