The entire ship was enveloped by it.
The sound of the Great Dao chanting was incessant.
Outside, Little Wang screamed in fright.
Heavenly Note Sect looked dumbfounded at the person before her, and she somewhat understood why Helpless Heaven disliked conversing with this person.
He really could attain enlightenment just by talking.
"Overthrow the three thousand Great Dao, and there will be no path for you here."
Heavenly Note Sect felt indescribable emotions in her heart.
But she could only watch.
She let the ship move forward, the red power sweeping across the surroundings, silencing everything.
Six months later.
June.
Jiang Hao was eighty-five years old.
That day, a glowing ship on the sea came to a halt.
The light on it also disappeared.
Jiang Hao slowly opened his eyes.
He felt as if he had entered into nothingness, the road beneath his feet had disappeared.
He was always searching, searching for the path beneath his feet.
But he never found it.