The forefathers looked askance at each other. They didn’t understand exactly why Jiang Chen was insisting on swimming. Gods could be certain of their survival, but anyone below could not.

More importantly, swimming wasn’t going to do them any good. Their enemy wouldn’t predict it, true, but it would take a very long time at a very slow speed. It was easy to notice a crowd of swimmers, and easier still to organize an impromptu ambush.

Given enough time to react, swimming would become exponentially more dangerous. Because of this, no one understood what there was to gain by swimming.

Where did Jiang...