But there was no time to hear clearly what it was, the Cloud-Piercing Boat sped ahead like a bolt of lightning.
Gu Shuo's body emanated a myriad of radiances, and it was apparent that this rapid advance was also a great burden on him.
Half a day had passed.
The Ancient God's phantom finally disappeared, and the Cloud-Piercing Boat was already covered by black seawater, with some strange furry creatures wriggling slowly on it.
A purifying luster flashed from the flying boat, causing all the black seawater to disappear.
Everything returned to calm.
Many people had a deep sense of fear on their faces, but the apocalyptic scene had disappeared.
The Cloud-Piercing Boat was still in motion, and Gu Shuo had not appeared again.
Everyone was a renowned expert from Li Taizhou, and without the crisis of life and death, there was a sense among them of weathering the storm together.
As the Cloud-Piercing Boat continued onward, a feeling of parting and homesickness welled up on the deck.
