The blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see.

Suddenly, a figure fell out of thin air, wrapped in silver-grey light.

After a splash of water, Lu Zhong regained his ability to move. He felt relieved when he felt that his cultivation was still in the middle stage of becoming a god and that nothing on his body was lost.

Looking around, I saw a very unfamiliar sea.

"This is where?"

"Could it be the Sea of ​​Storms?"

Lu Zhong saw something, and his expression looked a little strange. The feeling of this sea area to him was very similar to that of the Storm Sea, but it was calm and calm.

Where can I remember the raging waves in my memory?

An idea suddenly came to his mind:

"Could it be..."

According to classic records, before the invasion of immortal cultivators in Xiaoling Huanjie, there was no such thing as a sea of ​​storms. Instead, it was called the "Sea of ​​Peace" by the indigenous people because it was calm and very suitable for sailing in the sea.

This is also the origin of the name Taiping Port.

It means that he has arrived in the era of 30,000 years ago.

"No no..." Lu Zhong shook his head.

This is too ridiculous!

But the conclusive facts before us are irrefutable.

He thought for a while and decided to find a piece of land to land first, and then think of a way to find out more about the current situation, such as asking someone to inquire or grabbing a tongue for interrogation.

"If this is really the Taiping Sea, then heading due east, you can definitely reach Dongzhou."

Lu Zhong used his magic power and was pleasantly surprised to find that his strength was not suppressed. He suddenly believed in his previous guess a little more, so he soared into the sky and turned into a rainbow of light and flew straight towards the east.

Suddenly, a fleet appeared in front.

There are no less than a thousand ships.

"It's the Golden Spirit Clan!"

Lu Zhong looked carefully and found that all the ships in front were flying the flag of the Jinling clan, and whether they were ten-foot-long or one-hundred-foot-long ships, they were all giant puppets.

The ship's draft was extremely deep and it was expected to be filled with cargo.

It looks like this Jinling clan fleet is rushing to the battlefield.

Lu Zhong recalled that according to records in the classics, this large-scale movement of troops by the Jinling Tribe occurred three times in total during the war with the Immortal Cultivator.

"Blood puppet!"

He remembered that he had just seen the blood puppet on the deck.

The appearance of this puppet shows that this troop movement of the Jinling clan is most likely their last battle before retreating to Xizhou. It is also the final decisive battle between the Alliance of Hundreds of Clans in the Xiaoling World and the Immortal Cultivator.

The classics call this the "Battle of the Falling Star".

It was after this battle that the Sea of ​​Storms gradually formed.

"Falling star?"

Lu Zhong looked strange.

The name of this battle was something I didn't think of when I saw it before, but now that I'm here, it can't help but make people think of it. After all, he is good at pulling stars and can call down falling stars.

"Could it be..."

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Seeing that he was flying closer and closer to the Jinling Tribe fleet, Lu Zhong prepared to change direction to avoid a direct conflict with the puppet army. Although he was not invincible, it was best to do such a thankless task.

It is better to do less than to do more.

But at this moment, what Lu Zhong didn't expect was.

In the fleet ahead, a puppet team suddenly took off. They were all flying puppets with lion faces and scorpion tails and six wings. They were representative puppets of the Jinling tribe. The name was mentioned in the classics, and it was called "

"Six-Winged Manticore" has extremely strong anti-air capabilities.

What a coincidence, I was blocked directly in front.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Lu Zhong didn't think so.

He vaguely felt that he was being targeted.

Traveling through time and space is never as simple as it sounds, especially for someone like him who travels passively and has no strength to hide himself, so he is destined to receive special attention.

Without any time to think, Lu Zhong raised his hand and released the Star Mirror, and disappeared with a thunder escape.

When he appeared again, he was already thousands of feet away.

After a few consecutive flashes like this, he was directly away from the Jinling Tribe fleet.

Keep flying forward.

Just as Lu Zhong guessed, he was indeed targeted.

There were constant ups and downs along the way.

Or encounter fifth-level monsters, or encounter various natural disasters.

All in all, there are no smooth times.

At the same time, he also noticed that something was wrong with his body. It seemed that he was being resisted by the world, his connection with the world was being cut off, and he was being pushed into the void bit by bit.

This is not a good sign!

what to do?

Lu Zhong remembered that there was a special section in the classics that mentioned that the Sea of ​​Storms appeared just after the Battle of Falling Stars, indicating that there was a strong possibility that there was a connection between the two.

Most likely, it has something to do with the square pot.

"It seems that I can only go to Dongzhou Shengdao Mountain once."

This was the only feasible way he could think of.

…

Lu Zhong flew through the sky, heading east.

The Taiping Sea is extremely vast, and with the flying speed of the monks who transform themselves into gods, even if it can exceed the speed of sound several times, it would take several days to fly non-stop from the vicinity of Taiping Island.

For people like him who encounter trouble frequently along the way, their speed will inevitably be greatly reduced.

More than half a month later, the undulating Cangyue Continent came into Lu Zhong's field of vision. A solitary peak, like a sharp sword, reaching into the sky was the most eye-catching.

According to records in classics, the name of this peak is Cangjian Peak.

Seeing it means arriving in Dongzhou.

Different from later generations, at this time, there is no port established in the bay below Cangjian Peak, and there is not even the slightest human habitation. There is only a muddy beach.

After flying south for another half month, a plateau in the mountains loomed, like a wild beast hidden in the clouds and mist. But if you look carefully at this time, you will find that in the clouds and mist, you can see pieces of golden buildings.

With a strong human style.

At this time, monks can occasionally be seen patrolling in the surrounding mountains.

Most of these monks are practicing foundation building and elixir cultivation.

In the plain below, you can still see the beginning of a large-scale market, as well as the spiritual fields crisscrossing the streets. As the landing point of immortal cultivators in this world, Shengdao Mountain has become the base camp of immortal cultivators after some development.

Continue to fly forward.

Wait for the clouds to fall.

A majestic golden city continued to expand in Lu Zhong's field of vision, and the surrounding mountains that should have been majestic turned into small hills at this moment, making them seem insignificant.

Before you even get close, you can see a beam of light that stretches across the sky and the earth.

And this is the cross-border teleportation array connecting the Linghuan world.

According to the records in the classics, the entire Fairy City of Shengdao Mountain is shrouded in a giant formation. It is an eighth-level formation made by Mahayana and equipped with both offense and defense. Unfortunately, the name has not been passed down. There is a line below the Fairy City.

The giant seventh-level spiritual veins, as well as several spiritual vein branches, are all used to provide energy for the large formation.

It is precisely with such a large formation that immortal cultivators can remain invincible.

Lu Zhong gathered his breath and flew towards the fairy city. The sound of breaking through the air continued to be heard in his ears. Magical weapons, flying boats, and spiritual birds were all rare things. The monks who could participate in cross-border battles would be at the minimum level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Occasionally, monks in the Void Refining Stage would fly through the air, and everyone would consciously avoid them to avoid being hit and injured.

Here, monks who transform themselves into gods have also become common.

As for Nascent Soul Formation Pill, it can be found everywhere.

The way into the city is not just on the ground.

There was a checkpoint floating above the city gate, and many monks flying through the sky landed on it.
To be continued...