After arranging everything, Silas slipped away from the Doe under cover of night.
Whoosh—
His body was lifted by powerful winds, flying through the air at astonishing speed.
In just one night, he crossed the entire Rorsted Archipelago, traveling from Simim Island at the eastern edge all the way to Tiana Island.
With the stars at his back, Silas looked down at the dark sea below. Occasionally, pitch-black islands flashed past beneath him.
He continued flying forward like this until the seawater gradually turned blue.
Dawn was approaching.
It was a peculiar experience.
The sun hadn't yet risen from the horizon behind him, but the sky had already shed its black veil and turned gray. The stars disappeared, and a pale red crescent moon hung embedded above.
"Hm?"
Silas, flying at high speed, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
As his surroundings gradually became clearer, he spotted a strange sight ahead.
Across the broad expanse of ocean, a massive white wall stretched horizontally, extending infinitely in both directions until it reached the horizon's edge.
Looking more carefully, he realized it wasn't actually a solid wall, but countless turbulent air currents converging together, a climatic phenomenon produced by their high-speed churning.
Silas continued forward. The sun rose behind him, spilling golden light across the sea's surface.
Then he saw it even more clearly: that white expanse wasn't merely a wall, but an entire realm. The whole world beyond was filled with these same air currents.
Looking closer, he saw an extremely violent ocean. Waves surged and billowed. Countless whirlpools churned.
The intensity was several times greater than the ocean on his side. Dense clouds piled up above, with lightning constantly striking down.
A calm ocean. A violent ocean. The boundary between them was stark.
"So this is the Berserk Sea?"
Having flown across the Rorsted Archipelago, Silas had reached the edge of the Sonia Sea.
He quickly realized this was that violent ocean created after the Death God's fall.
This sea was perpetually shrouded in endless storms, with rapid currents that made it impossible for ships to pass through in the past.
The northern and southern continents were cut off from each other because of it, until Emperor Roselle led his fleet to explore safe routes, finally changing this situation.
However, for the people of the Southern Continent, this change wasn't exactly good news.
The northern nations finally found their opportunity and began invading aggressively. The Southern Continent became colonized territory from that point on.
"Huang Tao, you really outdid yourself."
Thinking of this, Silas shook his head.
He might as well have spent more time cultivating relationships with noble ladies. It just goes to show that your position determines your perspective.
Perhaps once this predecessor transmigrator became emperor, he started thinking primarily from his own class interests.
As he gradually approached, that white barrier slowly dissolved before his eyes.
With the high spirituality of the Secrets Suppliant pathway, Silas could clearly sense what made this ocean special.
Its violence wasn't like the storms on the Sonia Sea, or rather, it wasn't only that. Deep within these storms, there seemed to be other auras hidden beyond mere brutality.
The aura of the spirit world, the aura of death, and the aura of destruction!
"Just as many mysticism texts mention, the divine power from the Death God's fall didn't just change the climate and environment of the ocean between the northern and southern continents, filling it with natural disasters and treacherous currents.
It also broke down the barrier between reality and illusion, polluting and corrupting the reflected spirit world, making them influence each other."
In these waters, performing rituals involving the spirit world or using corresponding abilities would very likely result in accidents. Silas made this assessment as an expert, arriving before the Berserk Sea.
He didn't rashly charge in, but instead pulled out a nautical chart from his coat.
From both geographical and mystical perspectives, the Berserk Sea was dangerous. It was best to follow the safe routes and rest at the islands along the way.
Although Silas could activate the abilities of "Calamity Priest" to control the natural disasters in this ocean, the anomalies within weren't limited to storms.
There was also the divine power left by the Death God mixed with the spirit world. It was better to avoid danger and pass through quickly.
The Queen had already arranged to meet him today on Midway Island inside the Berserk Sea.
After resting in place for a while to recover his spirituality, Silas set off again, crossing the boundary between the two seas and entering the Berserk Sea.
Whoosh—
Intense air currents swirled into winds, howling as they covered vast areas with no visible end.
Clouds piled up, with dim flashes of light deep within. Lightning bolt after lightning bolt streaked across, but these weren't blazing white. They were stained with an eerie deep darkness, like the end times.
Boom!
Even while staying on the safe route, Silas still sensed a powerful impact.
This impact came in two parts: physical damage from natural disasters, and the influence from the spirit world, along with the twisted corruption from the Death God's residual divine power!
He quickly mounted a defense, manipulating the surrounding air currents to form a protective shield while summoning the illusory tides in his mind to resist the mental assault.
After stabilizing his condition, Silas followed the nautical chart's guidance, flying forward along the safe route.
Along the way, he encountered several ships that had ventured in despite the enormous risks, but he soon flew past them and continued onward.
Beyond the safe route, within the black storms, many strange things lurked.
A creature larger than a warship floated on the water's surface, dragging an enormous scythe.
Looking closer, Silas realized its body was composed of countless skull heads, each one rotating.
Across a patch of relatively stable waves, countless bloody arms and bluish-black phantom tentacles reached up, writhing upward as if trying to grasp something.
The wailing of infants came from deep within heavy shadows, though their specific forms were hard to make out.
Spirit world creatures?
They were appearing directly in the real world?
No, it wasn't just that. They'd also been tainted by the Death God's lingering aura and undergone even more twisted changes.
Silas thought to himself.
Those phantom beings were scattered throughout the Berserk Sea, but for some reason, they never entered the safe routes.
They turned their gazes toward Silas, their eyes seemingly filled with obvious resistance.
Right, I'm rejected by spirit world creatures.
Silas recalled that the aura on his body made it difficult for him to obtain messengers and was subtly rejected by the spirit world.
"Storm above!"
"Goddess, please save us!"
Just then, he suddenly heard faint cries for help, the desperate wails of many people.
Silas looked in the direction of the sound and quickly spotted a steamship in the rapids.
It had somehow strayed from the safe route and was now trapped amid a mass of bloody, fleshy arms.