Su Daji and Qin Hui glanced at each other, and then turned back to the seas with a look of great disbelief.

These were Cathayan seas. Ships of the netherworld would never be so bold as to enter this place without Hell’s permission. After all, they know full well that Hell would never allow ships to call in the Cathayan ports without first seeking an entry permit.

What the hell is going on here?

Su Daji was just about to transform into a gust of nethergale to fly over when Qin Hui suddenly pulled her back, “Hang on.”

Su Daji turned back in confusion, only to notice Qin hui adjusting his clothes, “Later on, do as I say, and don’t say a word.”

“This is credit that has just fallen from the skies and right into our laps.”

Su Daji didn’t say a word. After all, she knew that she was miles away from Qin Hui as far as political acumen was concerned. At once, the duo transformed into a gust of wind and appeared right at the edge of the Array of the Nine Gods.

The golden curtain before their eyes was hardly opaque. Those on the inside could see everything outside clearly, while those on the outside could only see the mortal realm within. Everything of the netherworld remained completely obscured by the golden light. As soon as they arrived, Qin Hui immediately turned to Su Daji with a gesture of silence, and then pointed to the sea.

There appeared to be a horizontal log drifting on the surface of the waters.

No. To be more precise, it wasn’t so much a log than a piece of carved wood. Upon closer inspection, it almost...