Kapitel 143: Capital of Frostfall

All of the Guardian knights had advanced to the third stage of Mortal Realm while Ragnar had even advanced to the 5th stage. Ethan wanted to travel but he knew he could not do it alone, there were certain things he could not object to, let's say for example, the nagging of the elders for him to bring along a few knights on his journey. 

Ethan gazed towards the horizon as the ocean breeze touched his face, the glistening blue waters rumbling down below as the ship moved with precision and speed. The rest of the crew were busy working while the Guardians were below deck focusing on their cultivation. 

And as the men worked on the deck salt spray stung their faces as the wind howled, a feral song urging the galleon onward. Days blurred into nights, a kaleidoscope of storm-tossed skies and sun-bleached sails. Gulls wheeled and cried defiantly against the canvas, their white against the blue a constant reminder of the immensity of the water they traversed.