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Chapter 124 Forbidden Area on the Island

A corner of the sea and sky, the most important supply station on the near-shore shipping lanes of the South China Sea.

Although it is described as a corner, it is actually a huge main island, surrounded by countless smaller islands of varying sizes, scattered like stars in the sky.

Qi Fei stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

The so-called "corner" is roughly the same as the Australia of the previous life, so big that you can't see the end at a glance.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, someone came here and thought it was the end of the sea and sky, hence the name "One Corner of the Sea and Sky".

Since our last encounter with those begging sea monsters, the journey has been peaceful and uneventful for over two months.

After all, this is a very well-established shipping route. The Three Seas Association has been operating on it for decades and knows exactly where to go fast and slow, where to dock and where to detour.

Furthermore, the giant loach was blessed by the Dragon King, and its journey was smooth sailing with no storms or torrential rains, making it very successful.

For the past two months, Qi Fei has spent his time cultivating in his room, and every now and then he goes to the viewing platform to tell a few stories and have a couple of drinks with Wu Mengsheng.

He told some stories from his past life, magical and bizarre, completely out of place in this world of cultivation, yet somehow connected to it, making it impossible to stop listening.

Some people were so engrossed in listening to his stories that they insisted on recording them in "Strange Tales from the Sea".

Qi Fei readily accepted. Stories are meant to be shared and spread; that's what makes them interesting.

At this moment, the giant loach had already docked at the deep-water harbor. The dock was bustling with people, as noisy as a pot of boiling porridge.

The massive cranes rose from the ship, hoisting the large, uncut cargo pieces one by one onto the shore.

Thousands of tons of solid meteorite iron, tens of tons of coral trees, and some rare and exotic animals kept in iron cages and water tanks.

Ordinary magical implements cannot hold these large items, so they can only be transported one by one, step by step, using special magical implements such as boats.

Qi Fei watched with great interest.

As he was watching, he suddenly noticed that there were many pregnant women among the people disembarking.

One, two, three—he counted carefully and found there were actually dozens.

They were heavily pregnant and being helped down the gangway. Some had smiles on their faces, some had calm expressions, and some had no discernible expression.

"What's going on here?" Qi Fei couldn't help but ask. "Is this a selection of model mothers?"

He was out of touch with the world on the ship and didn't know what had happened, so he asked "Sword" in his mind.

The voice of "sword" rang out, carrying a smug air of "How come you don't even know this?": "Humans, don't you know?"

"Should I know?" Qi Fei asked back.

"I, a mere swordsman, know this, so you, a single swordsman, should know it too," "Swordsman" said, his tone even more smug.

When it had nothing to do, it would wander around the cabin, seeing all sorts of people and hearing all sorts of chatter. It knew far more than Qi Fei had imagined.

"Then can I ask you for advice?" Qi Fei said, "Can you tell me what happened?"

As expected, the sword fell for this trick.

It proudly declared, "At a corner of the sea and sky, a ceremony of 'the descent of a divine child' is taking place. The pregnant women present have the opportunity to be chosen as the vessel for this divine child. The child they give birth to will be the divine child."

Qi Fei frowned: "What god?"

"I don't know."

"What divine child?"

"I don't know either."

Qi Fei keenly sensed that there was something fishy going on.

The terms "divine intervention" and "vessel" don't sound like anything serious when put together.

What he hates most is the so-called "god," what is the name of "god," and what is the idea that "god" cannot be questioned.

After thinking for a moment, he tightened the sword-nurturing gourd around his waist, preparing to disembark and take a look.

"Man, what are you going to do?" Jian asked.

"Go and do something about it."

"But didn't you say that if you kill someone just because you can't stand them, wouldn't that be crazy?" Jian Zhen said, bringing up what Qi Fei had said before.

"Yes," Qi Fei said, "When it comes to cultivating immortality, how can one not go crazy?"

"————" The sword was speechless. It said, "Human, I really can't argue with you."

It has no brains, so it can't argue with Qi Fei, who does have a brain, especially since Qi Fei is the kind of person who makes up stories all the time.

Qi Fei disembarked and watched the pregnant women from a distance. He was about a hundred paces away, not too close, not too far, just enough to see them without being noticed.

He looked them over carefully and realized that these pregnant women were all cultivators.

Although they are pseudo-Dharma cultivators, pseudo-Dharma is still Dharma, and it is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Moreover, most of them are quite wealthy, and everything they wear, use, and consume is expensive.

Qi Fei even saw a familiar face: the female cultivator he had seen on the ship before, who had been sitting comfortably in a sedan chair-like magical artifact.

The sedan chair was carried by four pseudo-Buddhist monks without swaying at all. She lay half-reclined inside, holding a crystal plum in her hand, slowly savoring it.

They headed towards the interior of the island, each using their own methods and riding all sorts of magical artifacts.

Besides sedan chairs, there were flying boats, blankets, flying carriages, and even a strangely shaped sedan chair with a servant standing at the front and back, carrying the mistress with great speed.

Dozens of pregnant women and dozens of ritual implements floated majestically three feet above the ground, like a small army on the march.

The giant loach from the Three Seas Association will stop at the edge of the sea and sky for seven days to replenish supplies and adjust cargo.

Qi Fei calculated the time; seven days should be enough. He released his small boat and slowly followed behind the group.

Yes, in his opinion, these magical artifacts were far too slow, much slower than the flying boat given to him by Zen Master.

In just one day, a desert appeared before them.

The yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see, and the wind blows, stirring up fine grains of sand.

Qi Fei squinted, wondering what these pregnant women were doing in the desert, when he suddenly saw a huge saltwater lake at the edge of the desert.

The lake water shimmered with a silvery-white light under the sunlight, like a giant mirror embedded in the yellow sand. The water and sky met, making it impossible to distinguish where the lake ended and the sky began.

The magical artifacts belonging to the pregnant women landed on a small island in the middle of the saltwater lake.

Looking out over the island, one can vaguely see a palace-like circular building with white walls and a golden roof, surrounding a huge circular altar.

Qi Fei was about to land in his flying boat, but as soon as his boat approached the edge of the island, an invisible barrier blocked his way.

Immediately afterwards, two cultivators flew out from the island, one on the left and one on the right, blocking Qi Fei's way.

"This is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering."

"I'm with them!" Qi Fei pointed to the people who had landed, trying to blend in.

"They are pregnant women, are you?" the monk on the left said bluntly.