Ending the voyage, returning to the hotel.
Yi Chen quickly stowed away the hanging rope, while absorbing all the seawater submerged up to his ankles in the form of gaseous death mist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yi Chen was still reminiscing about the eerie sunken death temple. He had thought he had enough understanding of the god he worshiped, but after these three months at sea, he realized that what he touched was probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Since the teleportation point of the sunken death temple has been activated, Yi Chen can go there anytime in the future. There's no need to rush now.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the remnants of stains left in the guest room after the seawater receded, his thoughts shifted from the temple's exterior scenery back to reality, realizing a problem.
This time, he had been sailing for more than three months,
