The cyan Cloud Boat traveled at incredible speed, traversing the vast marsh in an instant and arriving in a wide expanse of water far from Cyan Peak Mountain.
The water and sky were boundless, with nothing in sight but crashing waves, and not a single Spirit Island to be seen.
"Open!"
On the Cloud Boat, a Daoist boy of seven or eight years old held a golden Seal, shouting fiercely towards the void.
His voice, still laced with childlike innocence, was quite tender, yet accompanied by the majestic golden light, it carried an innate authority.
"Clang!"
Along with this fierce shout, Spiritual Qi trembled amidst the water and sky, as a giant golden lock suddenly appeared, hanging in the air between the water and sky.
The golden lock rose to a height of a hundred zhang, covered all over with mysterious patterns, flickering incessantly between reality and illusion.
Gu Yuan merely looked at it, feeling his Mana stall, seemingly held in confinement.
