Over the sea, the sky rippled. The prow of a Flying Boat, like the edge of a blade, tore through the void, fierce and menacing.
In the blink of an eye, the Flying Boat plunged into another layer of space and vanished, leaving only a faint, residual spatial fluctuation in its wake.
A few breaths later, a crimson gleam suddenly appeared in the sky. A figure in green robes stood against the heavens, his clothes dancing in the wind. Chu Mu surveyed his surroundings, and after briefly getting his bearings, he leaped forward. His body once again transformed into a streak of crimson saber light that shot across the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
After several days of Flying Escape across the vast sea, amidst a constellation of islands, the streak of crimson saber light finally dissipated.
Chu Mu hovered in the sky, an archipelago coming into view before him.
