The sea breeze was blowing against Viracocha's face. The night breeze was carrying with it a salty aroma, and his robe was flapping gently behind him.

He was standing on a small sailboat, yet it was traveling just as fast as the most modern ships of the mortal realm. The boat sliced through the water like a sharp knife, and the waves on either side of it rose up to several meters tall, creating a barrier of water on both sides. Occasionally, a giant Yin beast would appear within the waves, but as soon as they came into contact with this sailboat, they would all turn tail and flee.

The divine aura of Mictlantecutli and Mictetikasiwa was not to be disrespected, even if they were on the verge of death.

After standing in silence for close to an hour, Viracocha turned around and instructed, "Speed up a little more."

A skeleton wearing a sailor uniform approached Viracocha before extending a respectful bow. "This is already the top speed the boat is capable of reaching, Your Excellency."

Viracocha closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was also aware that this was the fastest the boat was capable of traveling, but he couldn't help but want it to go a little faster.

The news that he was carrying would for sure be enough to draw the two rulers of the new continent to Nara, and he could barely wait to deliver this news!

"Where are we right now?"

"In mortal realm terms, we should be close to the Hawaiian islands, and in the underworld, this place is known as the Island of Hope, Your Excellency."

Viracocha finally heaved an internal...