Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Li Mu followed Huang Long Daoist and his group out to sea, using Sword Control to reach the sea realm five hundred miles southeast of East Cloud Island.
The night was deep, the starry sky brilliant, as if all the stars between heaven and earth were cheering for the imminent reveal of Spirit Void Blessed Island.
The sea surface was calm, only occasionally broken by the distant sound of waves, disrupting the night's silence. Li Mu stood atop his sword, gazing ahead at the deep sea realm, his heart filled with anticipation and tension.
Nearby stood Huang Long Daoist, beside him an old man in white robes, holding an ancient compass. He was carefully observing the stars and the compass needle, his expression solemn, as if waiting for an important moment.
