Chapter 238: Crossing the Falling Star Sea
Donald exchanged pleasantries with the three golden warriors, mainly speaking with Marquis Ansel. The other two were either quiet or lived in Dalaran, so there wasn’t much to talk about.
After the small talk, Donald got down to business. He waved his hand and unleashed a pale golden divine energy barrier.
With a solemn expression, he said, “What I’m about to tell you is a great secret that even the gods covet. Don’t think I’m exaggerating or spreading fear, because if we can return successfully this time, it will be a tremendous opportunity for all of you and those around you—entering the realm of legends is not impossible.”
Seeing Donald’s seriousness, the three realized this was no trivial matter. Even Carlisle, who usually seemed indifferent to everything, put aside his playful attitude and listened attentively to Donald’s explanation.
“That’s why I must be extremely careful. You all need to think it through. If you don’t want to participate, you can leave now. But once you know the details and still want to back out, I won’t let you go so easily!” Seeing that none of them refused, Donald began to explain the purpose of this mission and the risks involved.
Even Abel, the female sword saint who had few thoughts other than swordsmanship, found it hard to accept this incredible news from Donald.
Donald didn’t rush to speak. He sat quietly, watching their expressions change.
Only after the three golden warriors had mostly processed this information did he ask, “What do you think?”
Marquis Ansel smiled bitterly and said, “This news is truly astonishing. Though Donald’s plan is bold and risky, if it succeeds, the rewards will be too tempting for us to resist!”
Carlisle, on the other hand, agreed right away.
“How can there be gains without risk? This is a chance to reach the pinnacle in one step. You really suit my taste. Last time we worked together, we reaped great rewards. I’m eager to see what will happen this time!”
Carlisle was referring to the time when Donald and he fought together against the queen’s clone in the underground world. In the end, Donald obtained a divine energy crystal and many treasures from the four great families, while Carlisle received help from the Goddess of Agriculture, temporarily sealing the curse in his bloodline.
This is a rare and good opportunity. If his strength can truly elevate him to the level of a legend, he will be able to overcome the curse of his bloodline. Even without the seal of the Goddess of Agriculture, he won’t lose control like before and fall into frenzied killing sprees, losing his sanity. So, Carlisle made the decision eagerly without considering the risks. Having spent a hundred years in the Dark Lands and enduring countless life-and-death struggles, what danger had he ever feared? As for the Female Sword Saint Abel, she was willing to take on the great risks to seize this chance to improve her strength. Only Marquis Ansel took the longest time to decide, but he eventually made up his mind. After all, unlike the other two, he wasn’t as isolated. As the head of the Ansel family, he had responsibilities to his family and territory, making it impossible for him to let go so easily. Seeing that all three had made up their minds, Donald said, “Since you’ve all decided to participate and time is running short, we’ll set off in two days.” “Use these two days to arrange everything for after we leave. Avoid contact with anyone except necessary relatives and friends.” “Don’t be dissatisfied—this is necessary. Gods, who are so powerful, always have ways to probe minds. In an instant, perhaps unnoticed by you, information could leak out and hinder our plans!” Among the three Golden Sword Saints, the Female Sword Saint Abel was the most decisive, as her relatives had long passed away. She only had one concern—her disciple Cornelia, who was like a daughter to her. Since Cornelia was Vincent’s daughter, she simply gave a few instructions to the marquis and informed him as well. Carlisle’s four closest subordinates were also in Dalaran, so there would be no trouble. Uther, on the other hand, followed his master’s will—wherever the master went, he would go too! Only Marquis Ansel returned to his territory by airship, spoke with his family, and then returned to Dalaran the next day. With all the necessary people in place, Donald didn’t waste any more time. He set off a day early and used teleportation to take the four of them to the Emerald Dream Isles in Starfall Bay. There were still twelve days before the portal formed, and they had to travel thousands of kilometers across the sea, so they didn’t have much time to waste on the journey. Emerald Dream was the closest place to the portal he had ever reached. Teleporting here first and then setting sail saved them a lot of time. He spoke a few words with Nozdormu, who was guarding the main island, and asked the Bronze Dragon King to revert to his dragon form to send the five of them out to sea toward their destination.
With the massive size and formidable presence of a legendary dragon, the first half of the journey went smoothly. They passed through the territories of two ocean lords, who, due to Nozdorm’s strength, merely displayed their dominance without attempting to attack. After all, although Nozdorm lost the power of his legendary domain once he left it, his strength far exceeded that of ordinary golden sea beasts, which made these ocean lords wary of him. However, as they delved deeper into the Falling Star Sea, the number of powerful sea beasts increased, and they encountered several golden-level sea beasts. Though these beasts were large in size, most lacked intelligence and relied solely on brute strength and physical prowess to reach their golden status—far inferior to the magical beasts on land. It wasn’t the strength of the sea beasts that was a concern, but rather their lack of intelligence. The sea beasts that attacked them were all purely predatory, and even with Nozdorm’s imposing aura, they still charged at them. A few golden sea beasts alone were no match for their four golden warriors and a pseudo-legendary dragon; without Nozdorm or Donald stepping in, the three sword saints combined their efforts to kill them. But dealing with these sea beasts wasted a lot of time, and as five days passed, Donald and the others still hadn’t found the entrance. “This won’t work. Nozdorm, suppress your aura, and I’ll cast a spell to conceal our presence. Let’s hurry as fast as we can. Unless we’re targeted by speed-based golden sea beasts, ignore all other troubles and just leave them behind. These sea beasts also have territorial limits—once they leave their own domains, they won’t chase after us!” Everyone agreed with Donald’s plan. Compared to their goal, these sea beasts, no matter how valuable, were nothing but piles of Gold Sol. They hadn’t even bothered to divide up the golden sea beasts they had killed earlier; Donald had simply stored them in his storage space. With their presence and aura hidden, the journey became much smoother. Donald ordered Nozdorm to fly at a height of about a hundred feet above the sea surface, so that sea beasts from beneath the water would hardly detect them. Only once did they encounter a strange bird of golden level with extraordinary sensory vision, which revealed their location. Fortunately, this vulture-like beast wasn’t fast, its flying speed slightly inferior to that of a bronze dragon king. So, with Nozdorm flying at full speed, it took them over a hundred kilometers to get rid of it.
It’s difficult to determine direction in the vast ocean. While Donald can use a simply made compass and the stars in the night sky to find his way, Nozdorm, as the lord of the seas, can also sense his territory to gauge his approximate location. Yet their accuracy is lower; even a slight deviation can result in a difference of hundreds of kilometers.
Thanks to that strange bird chasing them the whole way, Nozdorm, in his panic, accidentally got closer to their destination.
They noticed a change in the color of the sea ahead—no longer the blue sea under a blue sky, but a gloomy sky and pitch-black waters, accompanied by dark clouds and lightning, creating an apocalyptic scene.
Everyone was extremely excited; even the eerie and terrifying scenery couldn’t dampen their spirits.
After flying for so long across the endless ocean, even the strongest golden warriors would feel helpless and lost.
Now, ahead was the boundary between the Storm Sea and the Falling Stars Sea—they were not far from their destination, and their mood instantly relaxed.
Donald patted Nozdorm on the head, telling him to return to his territory and not wait there. Then, looking at the stormy sea ahead, he said, “From here on, we’ll be threatened by storms. These aren’t ordinary sea storms or tornadoes—they’re storms caused by spatial forces erupting from fragments of space generated by the compression of two dimensions. If we encounter a large number of such spatial fragments suddenly, even half-godly warriors will be destroyed without a chance to bury their bodies. So everyone must be extremely careful and stay together—otherwise, I won’t be able to rescue you in time!”