The Flying Ship, bathed in rosy twilight, sped across the sky, and in no time, arrived over the vast, boundless ocean.
"...This is the place. Let's go down!"
Ling Qiyue said.
The spot she chose was quite far from the Sea Boat convoy where Ling Zifeng was, but the advantage was that they could avoid the Loose Cultivator Pearl Gatherers.
Tang Qiu Yao agreed and steered the Flying Ship to gradually descend.
At this moment, the sea was calm and the winds were still. Looking down from high above, the ink-blue water was like a giant mirror.
The view was wide open. In the distance, numerous islands of various shapes and sizes were clearly visible. Occasionally, large raptorial flying beasts would streak across the Celestial Vault.
Seeing no Loose Cultivators or other suspicious creatures passing by, Tang Qiu Yao had the Flying Ship descend to a height of less than thirty feet from the sea's surface.
