Go to Zhongzhou Port

A tall figure in white robes moved through the air.

In a few days, he arrived at the border between the Chaotic Demon Sea and the Northern Region.

Zhong Qing stopped and looked out.

At this time, the sun was setting, its afterglow hanging in the thick fog at the end of the sea.

The setting sun shone through the thick fog onto the sea, casting a blood-red veil over everything in front of him.

But looking into the distance, the entire Chaotic Demon Sea was pitch black.

Zhong Qing could feel it.

It was fine near the shore, but at a certain distance from the shore, just as rumored, there were rule restrictions above the Chaotic Demon Sea, preventing ascent. Forcibly crossing would likely lead to being crushed into a pulp by the rules.

Even Zhong Qing couldn't explain where this taboo came from.

Although Zhong Qing was confident in his strength and possessed Formation Immunity.

However, whether this maritime taboo was due to Dao factors or forbidden power was hard to say.

So, he saw no need to make such an attempt.

“Hmm?”

Zhong Qing suddenly raised an eyebrow.

He saw countless ships of all sizes, docked outside the Northern Region port under the setting sun’s afterglow.

At a glance, there were even many Chen Xuan Realm Cultivators moving among the ships.

With a thought, Zhong Qing's figure quietly landed first.

Ships intertwined all around, people coming and going, presenting the scene of an ordinary river port.

Zhong Qing walked doubtfully to a ship docked by the shore. Before he could speak, a crew member on board actively gestured to him.

“Young man, where are you headed?”

“Our Family’s ship isn’t big, but it’s very stable. We’ve never had an incident in all these years.”

“They all say it’s the Dragon King’s blessing!”

The crew member, neatly dressed in common clothes, enthusiastically beckoned Zhong Qing.

Behind him were several similarly dressed boatmen who were raising the anchor for the small boat in front of them.

“Central Continent, Myriad Realms Summit.”

“Where?”

The crew member was stunned, and then the other crew members helping with the anchor also turned their heads.

“Young man, where did you say you want to go again?”

“The Central Continent, the center of the Myriad Realms. Once I reach the Central Continent, I can ascend the Myriad Realms Summit myself.”

Zhong Qing said with a faint smile.

The boatmen looked at each other, then simultaneously burst into laughter.

The laughter was like one performance ending and another beginning.

“There’s a kid over there who says he wants to go to the Central Continent!”

“What! He said he wants to go to the Myriad Realms Summit in the Central Continent!”

“Do you know how to get there? By boat, hahahahaha!”

“Ah hahahahahahaha!”

On this long coastal port, starting from Zhong Qing, the laughter rippled out like a giant stone dropped into water, creating countless circles.

The laughter chased one another, wave after wave.

Zhong Qing couldn’t help but frown.

Just then, a burst of bell-like laughter also erupted from inside the small boat in front of him.

“You’re killing me! Junior Martial Uncle, look!”

“Our Northern Region has produced another big shot who plans to conquer the Myriad Realms Summit!”

A flash of emerald embroidered skirt moved behind the curtain, followed by a delicate little face full of mockery peeking out. It was a young female Cultivator with high, swept-up hair, plump and rosy-cheeked, looking no more than seven or eight years old.

“Oh, he’s quite handsome, but his brain isn’t working well!”

The girl’s voice was crisp. Although her words were mocking, there was not much malice in them.

Thud, a wide, thick hand reached out and firmly knocked on the girl’s head.

“Nian Nian, no mischief.”

“Oh! Everyone else is laughing too!”

The girl grimaced in pain, stuck out her tongue, and retreated into the cabin.

Then, a tall, middle-aged Cultivator stepped out, cupped his hands, and gave a wry smile.

“My Nian Nian is still young and speaks a bit carelessly. I hope you, young man, will not take offense.”

“I just heard you say you wanted to go… to the Central Continent?”

Zhong Qing looked closely and saw that he was a master of the Sanyin Realm.

He did not show disrespect because the other party's cultivation was lower than his, but performed a Cultivator's cupped-hand salute, “Indeed, I plan to go to the Central Continent.”

Seeing that Zhong Qing was truly not joking, the middle-aged Cultivator scratched his head as if he couldn’t hold back a smile.

“It's true that the end of the Chaotic Demon Sea is the Central Continent, but… but no one has ever said they wanted to go by boat.”

“All these ships you see are for navigation in the nearshore waters of the Northern Region. At most, they only reach Liehai Pass, not even leaving the Northern Region.”

“Young friend, don’t do something foolish just for a moment of bravado.”

The middle-aged Cultivator looked at Zhong Qing with a wry smile.

After a top Three Yang Realm expert, decades ago, used the full power of his Family to assemble a vast fleet and attempted to cross the Chaotic Demon Sea to the Central Continent, only to perish, such reckless youths became increasingly rare.

In the last decade or so, there had been none at all. The sudden appearance of one made the middle-aged Cultivator think of his younger self, and a sense of familiarity naturally arose in his heart, so he spoke a few more words.

Zhong Qing frowned slightly.

From the laughter of the boatmen earlier and the conversation with the man in front of him, it seemed that crossing the Chaotic Demon Sea was simpler than he had imagined.

He composed himself and spoke earnestly, “Thank you for the advice, but I still have to go to the Central Continent.”

The middle-aged Cultivator helplessly pursed his lips, clearly taking Zhong Qing for an impulsive, reckless youth.

“Oh dear, you fool! My Junior Martial Uncle is giving you good advice, and you’re not listening?”

“Everyone says you can’t go, you can’t go, and if you insist on going, you’re just looking for death!”

The young female Cultivator, clutching her forehead, glared at Zhong Qing with wide, round eyes, clearly venting the anger from her Junior Martial Uncle’s knock on her head.

“Nian Nian, don’t be rude!”

The middle-aged Cultivator turned his head and reprimanded her.

Zhong Qing, having received the information, did not delay. He bowed and cupped his hands, “Thank you, Daoist priest, for your guidance.”

With that, he stepped back, intending to find a ship and set off alone.

As for what would happen on the way, he would take it one step at a time.

“Oh well, oh well. I see, young friend, that you intend to go out and see the world. If you truly wish to go to the Central Continent, why not accompany us to Liehai Pass?”

“Our current journey is for treasure hunting. The rest of our fellow disciples will arrive shortly, and including myself, we have all entered the Sanyin Realm. Protecting you within Liehai Pass should not be difficult.”

“As for what happens afterward, it won’t be too late for you to decide then, young friend.”

The middle-aged Cultivator said with a smile.

He no longer tried to dissuade Zhong Qing.

The journey to Liehai Pass was quite a distance. If they encountered any storms along the way, it would probably make this young man abandon his idea and realize how ridiculous the thought of crossing the Chaotic Demon Sea was.