The Spiritless Sea Region, on an isolated island at its periphery.
Time was like a broken clock whose spring had been maliciously slowed, each tick striking the most frayed nerve in one's heart.
Three hours.
Three whole hours had passed.
The sea breeze still carried that nauseating, salty stench, and the waves tirelessly crashed against the reefs, creating a monotonous and indifferent roar.
Besides that, there was nothing.
No miraculous survivor broke through the water's surface, nor did the reassuring sight of an official Great Xia rescue team tear through the sky.
Shen Yixuan stood on the highest reef, his posture as straight and unyielding as a spear. But his eyes, once gentle as jade and always holding a hint of a smile, were now shot with crimson.
He stared at the abyssal sea that had devoured everything, his gaze terrifyingly vacant.
'Is this... the end?'
Reason told him it was time to leave.
