The spirit boat was about to depart. Jiang Yun was in his little room, looking down at the dense crowds of people rushing towards the harbor.

Those who were able to obtain tickets had already boarded the ship. The combined fleet of the various merchant caravans below was also preparing to depart.

At this moment, in a small room in a cabin below, Lin Chengsi and Xu Xing were also inside.

"Uncle, do we really want to follow?"

Xu Xing looked around the small cabin. This was a piece of evidence his uncle had snatched at a great price. They would probably have to live here for the next few months.

Ordinary cabin accommodation is far inferior to that of a spirit boat.

"We've been searching for generations. This is the only time the sacred stone has been this close to us!"

A cold light flashed in Lin Chengsi's eyes, and he spoke in a firm voice.

"But we can't be sure that Zhang Miaomiao and the others have the magic stone. What if..."

“No ifs!”

Lin Chengsi knew what Xu Xing was going to say. If the two of them did not have the magic stone, they would probably not have the chance to get the magic stone in their generation.

Seeing that his uncle was determined to do so, Xu Xing sighed softly and remained silent.

He found this place dull and walked slowly out of the cabin and onto the deck. Many of the monks who were leaving here were looking towards the mainland. This departure might be a farewell forever.

"That's good. Leaving the whirlpool and arriving in the East China Sea might just be a new beginning!"

Xu Xing looked at the spirit boat floating in the air in front of him, and a glimmer of hope flashed through his heart.

At this time, Jiang Yun and Zhang Miaomiao also came to the deck of the spirit boat.

The size of a Spirit Boat is not comparable to that of an ordinary merchant ship. Generally, Spirit Boats are forged using space materials. They may not look large on the surface, but they are full of wonders inside.

Jiang Yun's quarters on the Spirit Boat, though much smaller than those on land, still provided everything necessary for daily life. Meanwhile, many Qingyun Sect disciples on the deck were excitedly watching the merchant ship preparing to depart below. Their faces were filled with a sense of superiority. They were completely different from the casual cultivators struggling to make a living below.

Even if they reached the East Sea, they still had the support of the sects, so there was still a chance of returning. Of the six major sects, except for the Biyun Sect, which had completely parted ways, the other sects would basically travel between the two cultivation worlds at regular intervals.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, Fellow Daoist Zhang."

Some cultivators who knew Jiang Yun and Zhang Miaomiao's names came over to say hello. But most cultivators looked at the two with curiosity. Jiang Yun didn't care at all, just looking down at the spirit boat.

Below, numerous monks were boarding the ships one by one. At the harbor below, there appeared to be at least twenty ships. It looked like the combined presence of several merchant caravans.

In the crowded queue at the back, conflicts would occasionally break out. Those who could get the certificates at this time were either those who had signed the indenture and had already boarded the ship early and were either working or had been driven to the bottom of the cabin.

Those who boarded the boat at this time had obtained their boarding passes after countless rounds of fighting. Therefore, none of them were easy targets. The fights between the two sides were quick, accurate and ruthless, and most of them were killed in a few moves, which did not affect the overall movement of the crowd.

“So bloody!”

Zhang Miaomiao watched the clashes between the monks below, a constant occurrence. Some managed to keep their credentials and quickly boarded the ship. Others were ambushed and killed, their credentials stolen, and then thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

“It’s not easy to be a casual cultivator!”

Cao Yi, who was standing next to him, sighed when he saw this. Although he was from a sect, he also felt something when he saw this scene.

"My two fellow Daoists, our spirit boat is about to depart. According to the itinerary, it will probably take four to five months. And that's assuming everything goes well!"

Jiang Yun listened and nodded. He clasped his fists and bowed, saying:

"Then I'll have to trouble Daoist Fellow Cao to take care of you along the way!"

The spirit boats set off first, one flying in the sky, the other drifting in the sea. They couldn't possibly meet, but their routes were largely the same. This route had been discovered through repeated connections over the past hundred years.

The fleet chose to depart at about the same time as the Spirit Boat in order to follow behind it and reduce the risk. Although the fleet was traveling much slower, it was likely that their arrival would be half a year later.

But having a spirit boat leading the way was much better than having a fleet leading the way. This was also the experience gained by various chambers of commerce over the years.

"Let's get ready to go..."

Watching the spirit boat about to launch, the monks with credentials aboard the fleet also boarded. On the leading ship, a leading helmsman stood on the deck and shouted loudly to the large ships behind.

The helmsman, apparently a Xiantian warrior, spoke with such force that his voice instantly spread throughout the fleet, and the ships began to hoist their anchors. Some monks on the shore, lacking any credentials, could only watch helplessly as the fleet removed the planks of wood.

Some people even managed to sneak onto the deck, but were quickly killed on the spot by the cultivators in charge of the ship. Cries, shouts, and loud laughter filled the entire harbor.

“Let’s go!”

On the edge of the Spirit Boat's deck, Jiang Yun, watching the scene below, suddenly felt a gentle force push him back a few steps. Before the two could react, a cyan light shield instantly and tightly covered the entire Spirit Boat's deck.

Jiang Yun looked up and saw a green light shield in the sky with traces of electric light flowing on it. It seemed that if it hit a monster, it would probably turn into charcoal.

“Boom!”

Jiang Yun only felt a slight shake, and in an instant the entire spirit boat flew into the depths of the sea.

"Set off!"

The fleet below watched as the spirit boat in the sky instantly sailed towards the depths of the sea. The helmsman in the lead shouted, and immediately the large ship in the lead turned its sails and began to head in the direction where the spirit boat had just sailed.

"I don't know when I'll be back!"

Cao Yi, who was standing beside Jiang Yun, looked at the land in the distance and sighed.

Jiang Yun said nothing, simply staring at the land that was getting farther and farther away. He and Zhang Miaomiao remained silent, staring into the distance. The Qingyun Sect monks on the deck were also silent. While they still had a chance to return, how many of them could actually make it?

"Daddy! You must come find me!" Zhang Miaomiao looked at the gradually disappearing land and suddenly shouted in the direction of the land.

But none of the monks around felt it was strange, and everyone had mixed feelings at this moment.

"Don't worry! Senior Haoyi will be fine!"

Jiang Yun glanced at Zhang Miaomiao and said soothingly. Then he turned his head and looked at the land that had become a faint line. He said softly:

"Goodbye, Ronan!"