Chapter 702: Cold Mist
After entering the Thousand-Demon Sea.
Following the markings on their nautical chart, the group made stops at islands along the way to recover their true essence whenever it became overly depleted. For two consecutive days, the journey had been smooth, with no signs of danger.
Though they had the nautical chart to guide them, no one dared to lower their guard. They proceeded with great caution and moved at a measured pace.
The journey had thus far been perilous in appearance only. In the blink of an eye, it was already the seventh day since they entered the Thousand-Demon Sea.
By now, they had reached the heart of the sea.
Every now and then, a fleeting glimpse or a sudden surge of aura hinted at the presence of terrifyingly powerful demonic beasts, making the entire group tense and on edge. No one dared to relax, and gradually, a sense of fatigue and irritation began to spread.
The short, stout cultivator had to repeatedly offer reassurance.
"There’s a reef marked on the chart just ahead. Why don’t we rest and recover there before continuing?" suggested the scholar in azure robes, holding the chart and comparing their current position. Everyone agreed.
In the Thousand-Demon Sea, they couldn’t afford to fly until exhausted. Should they run into a demonic beast in such a state, the consequences would be disastrous.
As they spoke, a black speck appeared on the sea’s surface ahead. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tiny reef, only large enough for a dozen or so people to sit and cultivate. It was an uncommon find in the vast ocean.
After confirming that there were no demonic beasts lurking nearby, they landed one after another, taking turns to keep watch while the others sat cross-legged, spirit stones in hand, recovering their energy.
Soon, everyone had regained their full strength. Just as they were about to continue, the short cultivator suddenly raised his hand and pointed in another direction. "We’re heading there!"