Its wings became extremely fatigued.
The Ten Thousand Changes Butterfly fixed its gaze ahead, trying to find a hint from the steaming fog.
The seabirds lost their way in the fog, anxiously circling and emitting urgent cries, unable to find a place to rest.
The air was filled with the salty scent of sea and the cold condensation of fog, everything seemed so damp and heavy.
The magnetic field around was chaotic, Ye Bai knew that the mystical island was not far away.
The area around the island was notorious for shipwrecks.
Ships from various eras rested quietly below the sea surface.
"Ten Thousand Changes Butterfly, no need to worry, follow my directions, I have a way to get out."
At this moment, Ye Bai's Memory Palace began to operate.
He looked at the protruding reefs on the sea, recalling whether he had flown past here earlier.
"Ten Thousand Changes Butterfly, fly to the left at a fifty-degree angle."
"Ten Thousand Changes Butterfly, fly to the right."
