Using One’s Flesh as a Boat

Half a year later, a leaf boat could be seen drifting on the waters of the immortal sea.

Qin Wentian lied on the boat, staring at the blue skies and white clouds, as a vacant look could be seen in his eyes.

There was no way for him to cross to the other side of this mysterious immortal sea. In fact, it was also very rare for him to encounter the boats of other experts. From this, one could very well imagine how vast this immortal sea was. It was truly boundless.

"Could it be that I have to cultivate here, reflecting on the law energy as I seek my path?" Qin Wentian mused. Since travelling in a straight line had failed, could cultivating actually be the true method to cross over instead?