"Hello, hello, is anyone there, please respond! Tianlan, Captain, is anyone there?"
Luo Hao sighed, still the same as before, no response to his calls.
He put down the Communication Crystal and looked up at the distant horizon where the sea meets the sky—a landscape of floating clouds, white Cloud Islands suspended in the azure sky, the yellow brought by dust storms has completely faded and disappeared. At this moment, the Sky Sea wears a mesmerizing blue, boundless in its expanse.
Yet, the boundlessness only conjured a sense of solitude and restlessness within, as if this was an entirely unfamiliar ocean. North, south, east, and west, the Vision revealed no land in sight. The Dawood hung alone atop a colossal mirror; the clouds were mere wisps of cotton on its surface.
"Where have we ended up..."
