Chapter 275 Dongsheng Divine Continent

Endless waves.

A solitary leaf-like boat.

No matter how the wind blew and waves pounded, the black-canopied boat glided as if on flat ground.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged at the bow, his long hair casually spread out, with his dark blue Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

His eyes looked into the distance, where the sea and sky blended into one color, misty and indistinguishable.

Until the sun just began to rise.

Infinite rays burst forth, splitting the blue sky and sea into two halves, gilded the ocean water with sparkling, splendid brilliance.

"Another day," Zhou Yi said in a somewhat languid voice. Anyone who has been on the road for centuries, seeing the same scenery with no change, as if stuck in place, would become lazy and slack.

He took out a palm-sized journal from his sleeve, with "Volume Five" written on the cover.