Chapter 289: Passage to the Upper Realm

The eastern part of the Dawu Dynasty was the place where the shock was the most intense.

Because the Eastern King contributed the most hatred in this rebellion of the king of a different surname, the Holy Dao Palace he founded was naturally the first to bear the brunt and was cleared out by Yang Zhuo's most elite troops.

However, the Holy Dao Palace has been developing for many years and has spies everywhere. Many senior officials still learned about the news in advance and arranged a retreat for themselves early.

A few days ago, a huge ship was sailing fast on the vast East China Sea.

This sea area is called the Lost Sea. Even the top navigators would not come here at ordinary times.

It is said that once you step into this sea area, there is no way to get out. This is how the name of the Lost Sea came about.

On this ship are the Holy Son of the Holy Dao Palace and Zhu Ze, who Yang Zhuo has searched all over the world but could not find.

In this world, in addition to strength, there is another thing that can communicate with the gods, and that is money.

Zhu Ze owns the Baige Chamber of Commerce. It is not wrong to say that he is rich enough to rival a country. Under the temptation of money, naturally someone is willing to take the risk to reveal the news to Zhu Ze.

After receiving the news, Zhu Ze immediately judged that the Shengdao Palace and the Baige Chamber of Commerce could not be saved. In a hurry, he made the decision to abandon the car to save the general.

He left most of the people in the Shengdao Palace and the Baige Chamber of Commerce as bait, and he took his absolute confidants and the Holy Son of the Shengdao Palace to go out to sea.

But even so, their whereabouts were still seen through by the ubiquitous shadows, and the pursuers soon appeared on the sea.

Zhu Ze and his men originally went out to sea with five ships, but after several battles, only their last ship was left.

As a last resort, several people made up their minds and sailed the ship into the Lost Sea, which got rid of the pursuers.

However, a lot of food and fresh water on the ship were lost during the battle, and now their reserves on the ship are not much left.

Even if they don't care about the lives of ordinary crew members, they can only hold on for five more days at most. After five days, if they can't find supplies, they will run out of ammunition and food.

The Holy Son stood in the penetration, looking at the endless ocean, his heart was full of grief and indignation.

He was the first of the young generation of the Dawu Dynasty, with a promising future, but now he has fallen to such an embarrassing situation.

The sense of difference brought by such ups and downs is not something that anyone can adapt to quickly.

Especially now that the sun is shining brightly, even if he can go without food for a long time, he can't go without water for a long time.

This physical embarrassment has further aggravated his grief and indignation.

Zhu Ze stood behind him, wanting to say something, but he hesitated.

He knew very well what the Holy Son was thinking, but knowing was one thing, and comforting him was another.

At present, it is still unknown whether they can survive, so what does it matter whether they comfort him or not.

"Zhu Ze." It was the Holy Son who broke the silence first, "Do you believe there are miracles in this world?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think there might be a passage to other worlds at the end of the Lost Sea."

"Maybe." Zhu Ze said. If you really want to see a miracle on this vast ocean, you must not give up hope first.

Because only by living can you see miracles. When all materials are exhausted, whoever has a stronger will has a better chance of holding on until the moment when the miracle appears.

On the sea, time passes very slowly. Every day, someone on the ship goes crazy, and then is killed and thrown into the sea by others.

Slowly, no one drives the ship, and all the crew members give up hope of life. At this time, no one cares about the Holy Son or the young master of the Baige Chamber of Commerce.

The Holy Son and Zhu Ze, relying on their strong strength, occupied the top cabin, set up a barrier to block the other crew members below, and let them fend for themselves.

Until the end, there was no more sound from below, and there was a dead silence all around. There was no food or fresh water. Shengzi and Zhuze both had pale faces and cracked lips. Under the scorching sun, their expressions had become a little dazed.

"Zhuze, don't sleep, you still have a dozen wives waiting for you at home." Shengzi saw that Zhuze's eyes were about to close, and hurriedly said in a hoarse voice.

Zhu Ze said, "I can't die here, and neither can you. You are the only bloodline left in the Long family, and you can't die here."

"I know." The Saint said, "If I can go back in the future, I don't want to be a Saint. I want to keep my name and surname. I want everyone to remember my name, Long Tao!"

"Yes, your name is Long Tao. If you don't say it, I will almost forget it."

"If you dare to forget, I will let you dry like a salted fish here!"

"You still talk about me, aren't you the same?"

Although Zhu Ze and Long Tao were extremely weak, they still talked a little bit. Although their throats hurt like being burned by fire, they didn't dare to stop at this time.

If they didn't find something to say, they would fall asleep soon, and once they fell asleep, they would never wake up again.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, the hull vibrated.

Zhu Ze and Long Tao opened the window, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they wanted to hold their heads and cry.

Their ship actually drifted to the shore of an island.

And there were plants on the island, which meant there was fresh water and food.

Yes, they survived, and survived in the Lost Sea with their tenacious will.

The two of them got off the boat with their last bit of strength, supported each other and climbed onto the island, and soon found coconuts and some berries.

After eating, the two began to regulate their breathing and practice. With food and fresh water, their condition quickly recovered. When they felt almost done, they began to explore the island.

In the center of the island, they found a stone platform that looked like an altar, which was engraved with mysterious and difficult-to-understand symbols.

Long Tao and Zhu Ze were both well-read and knowledgeable people. They were very sure that these symbols had never appeared in the Dawu Dynasty.

So, in order to kill time, the two began to study. Not knowing if they touched something, the symbols on the stone platform suddenly lit up one after another, and a terrible spiritual storm appeared on the stone platform, instantly swallowing up the figures of the two.

Just when these symbols were activated, Mo Wen, who was far away in the royal city, suddenly woke up from his coma.

He turned out a green jade pendant from the clothes on his chest, and the jade pendant was showing words one by one.

Mo Wen said, "Strange, someone actually opened the transmission channel to the upper world."

"Junior sister has news." Mo Wen looked at the familiar words on the jade pendant and was very excited, but soon, his smile froze on his face.

On the jade pendant, it was clearly written: "Senior brother, the elders of the sect arranged for me to marry Daozi, senior brother, where are you?"