At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang stood on a pier, gazing at the boundless ocean before him, where the blue sky and white clouds intertwined to form a blinding light.
A strong scent of the sea rushed towards Li Xiaoqiang's face, and amidst the pier, noises echoed as countless people were transporting goods, some of which were extraordinarily large, not even storage bags in the Immortal Realm could contain them.
Numerous massive ships were docked at the pier, their sails unraised, only iron masts standing tall.
At this moment on the pier, countless people gathered, some dressed luxuriously, others in rags, and still others were fishermen.
The Giant Roc stood on Li Xiaoqiang's shoulder, looking at him and saying: "Brother, isn't the journey to the Central Continent too far? We actually have to cross the endless sea area."
