Flying Alone

Xuanqian Continent, where sects stood in great numbers and experts abounded.
The youth, Zhou Heng, with a mysterious black Broken Sword in his Dantian, emerged from Origin Stone Town and fought his way to claim a piece of the world in this grand era.
To the exceedingly wicked, kill!
To those who bullied my friends and family, kill!
To those who obstructed my path to enlightenment, kill!
On the path to the heavens, I tread with songs, with a sword in hand, I alone am honored under the heavens!

Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword

Those who could take to the skies were at least of the Spirit Sea Realm, having formed their Divine Intent. Therefore, there were only a few hundred people ascending into the sky, a stark contrast to the grand spectacle of over a million people on the coast.


Of course, there were Flying Artifacts to rely on. But this was the Poisonous Vast Sea, and although it was not as terrifying as the Sea of Fiend Qi in the Wind Howl Forest, the air that was rising still contained considerable toxicity; even in the skies, it wasn't very safe.


For those at the Mountains and Rivers or Spirit Sea Realm to come here was purely seeking a death wish!


The few hundred people danced through the air with great speed, and in just one day, they had crossed one-third of the ocean, nearing the central region of the Poisonous Vast Sea.


That place was somewhere most Old Ancestors had visited, but only from above the ocean; no one dared to truly dive in, for that would be an act of suicide!


Chapter 397: Poisonous Vast Sea (2/3)