North Sea, the fierce wind was biting.
The flying sword gradually came to a halt, Xie Xuanyi arrived at the seaside, sensing an unseen summons.
From the depths of the North Sea, it felt as if something was calling to him.
"Arriving at the North Sea..."
Jiang Miaoyin's voice was hoarse with tension, "And then?"
The two rode their swords northward without pausing for a moment.
Now, they finally reached their destination.
Though the winds and waves of the North Sea were great at this moment, it could still be considered calm... In the previous life, that bloody battle here claimed the lives of hundreds to thousands of cultivators, staining the tides red, and the ghost souls crowded the shore.
At this moment, the vast North Sea was occupied only by the two of them, Xie Xuanyi and Jiang Miaoyin.
The tides ebbed and flowed.
A deathly silence.
"I think... I might need to 'die' once."
