1,336 years ago, a time that was never remembered or forgotten.

The wheel rolls, the node where fate begins.

An ethereal boat, sailing in the turquoise sea, swaying from side to side, ready to perish, but never extinguished.

Follow the guidance of the astrological compass and follow the path of destiny.

At night, the stars are the songs, the waves are the guides, and the waves are the guests.

Dongji Island, the legendary island in the East, is both the goal and the destination.

The Garan Twins, the Twins of Fate, embark on a voyage away.

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Thirteen days ago, two guests bought a small boat and set off to drive to a distant place that no one knows, the endless sea.

Go in search of a legendary island, Donghuangdao.

Now, thirteen days and a year and five months have passed, and the ship is still at sea, and the people are still on board.

The scenery on the sea is like yesterday, day and night alternate, as if it is no longer in the world, and the sun has set below the sea level and another night is coming.

The stars are shining, dense as a chessboard, and there is no one in the sky?

The cold moon and cold wind, who can answer?

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Under the dark night, there is the sea, an endless ocean, full of unknowns like ancient beasts, how many people have been swallowed into their stomachs, forever sinking like the bottom of the sea.

The turbulence of the day receded, blending into the dark night and falling asleep, a small boat was lonely and fluttering.

The boat is made up of a few worn-out planks, and it seems to be extremely unreliable, and it is hard to believe that such a small boat can sail on the sea for more than a year, with only a simple cloth sail inserted in the middle of the boat, so that the boat can occasionally blow the wind and go with the wind, free and unrestrained. The boat was divided into two ends, the bow of which was carved out of wood with a bird's head, and the stern of which there was a small cabin, on which a man sat and on which lay a man.

A young man with snow-blue hair was sleeping soundly in the cabin, while outside the cabin, a young man with red hair was meditating on pranayama. The smell of seawater filled the air, except for a dead silence and the occasional snoring of the sleeping snow-haired youth as he slept.

Compared with the vast sea, this dilapidated boat is like a duckweed in a pond, which can neither determine the direction of the wind nor the target, and just swing and wave on the sea.

The calm sea is like a dormant beast, pretending to be weak to attract its prey, and when the prey enters the attack range, it will show its true form. Suddenly, a huge wave roared from afar, threatening to swallow the boat away.

The huge waves rolled in, rolling up the tide dozens of meters high, just when the vast and wild waves were about to smash the thin boat, outside the cabin, the man who had been sitting like an ancient well pine and cypress suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body from the inside out, and a continuous ring of fire quickly spread outward with the man as the center, until half a radius of the boat was shrouded by the flame ring that spread from the man as the center.

Then an incredible scene appeared, before the sea water set off by the huge waves hit the hull of the ship, it was evaporated by the terrifying heat emitted by the ring of flames at the moment of approaching the ring, turning into a large rain cloud gathering, not a drop of sea water could reach the hull of the boat, and the hull was as hot as fire.

Huge waves are instantly evaporated into water vapor, and countless water vapors rise rapidly, forming huge clouds in the sky, densely covering the sky and the stars under the moonlight.

The waves dozens of meters high kept crashing, but the boat was protected by the aura of flames, like a mountain boulder.

The power of nature in front of the red-haired young man, it seems so insignificant, but nature seems to have its dignity, unwilling to show weakness it turned the rain clouds into thunderclouds, and suddenly, the sky thundered, as if the sky was angry, a huge lightning instantly bombarded down, towards the cabin of the boat.

The man in the cabin was still asleep, unconscious, as if he did not know that the lightning carrying the power of heaven was coming.

It wasn't until in the distant thunderclouds that a thunderclap exploded, and the roar of the thunderstorm outside finally woke the sleeping man from his sweet dream.

The young man with snow-blue hair was half-asleep, and subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth when he fell asleep with his sleeve, and rubbed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he saw lightning breaking the roof of the cabin and was about to hit him.

Seeing the lightning coming, the snow-haired youth's complexion did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he was still lazily lying on the cabin plywood, just slightly raising a weak arm, stretching out an index finger, pointing straight at the lightning that was about to split, and shouted impatiently, "Get out!"

As soon as the boy rolled the word, a cold chill shot from his fingertips to the lightning, the lightning seemed to be really frightened, the lightning thicker than the mouth of the bowl suddenly froze in mid-air, and could no longer move a minute, the lightning that was split turned into an icicle that reached the sky, connecting the heaven and the earth, the crystal clear icicle, exuding a cold air.

Not only that, but the freezing gas quickly climbed at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye, and soon followed the lightning icicles to the entire cumulonomic thundercloud, and the entire huge cloud was also frozen into a large block of ice suspended in the air, and the thundercloud turned into a frozen cloud.

The snow-haired young man sat up, snapped his fingers, and a crack cracked from the icicle, and then quickly spread, and the frozen lightning and clouds suddenly shattered into countless debris and ice slag, turning into ice cubes in the sky, fluttering down.

The wonder of snow on the sea has not been seen for millions of years.

The snow-haired young man walked out of the cabin, and the young man with fiery red hair was stretching out his palm to follow the falling snowflakes, and when he saw him come out, he said to him with a faint smile.

"Ah Yu, your ice spirit is getting stronger and stronger, if Ah Qing is also here, he will be very happy to see the beautiful scenery of your snow on the sea. ”

Chilan chuckled at the corner of her mouth, and in her mind was A-Qing's beautiful face.

The two people on the boat were Alan and Ah Yu from Wugu Mountain.

Xue Yu just smiled and didn't speak.

But my heart is terrible.

The power of the Ice Heart Technique has far surpassed the freezing gas of the Thirty-Three Snow Mountains, and it is a polar cold, deadly ultra-low temperature.

Before the lightning fell, it was frozen instantly.

Time, space, under the freezing air, everything is dominated by Snow Feather.

This is the absolute realm of snow feathers, absolutely frozen air.

The sky in the distance, the huge black curtain, the rolling, the sound of the waves, one after another.

There are countless blue eyes at the bottom of the sea, but they dare not come out.

How much mystery and fear are hidden in the deep sea of Youlan.

How many returnees were buried.

Snow Feather raised her hand and took out a scroll from her bosom, a very ancient scroll, a leather torch, and vanilla.

With a faint smell, Xue Yu's fingers wandered from one end to the other end of the forest on the aisle leather scroll, and found a point similar to the present.

That's where the two of them are going.

Put away the picture scroll, Xue Yu pointed ahead, the small boat has no sails, it is all relying on the waves, moving forward.

Target, sea of stars!

Towards the horizon!