Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Lin Yi stood in front of the coffin, his gaze lingering on Assaye's peaceful face for the last few seconds.

This corpse is just gathering dust here. That madman Bone Sheep wouldn't dare touch her, and those pirates wouldn't have the guts either.

Rather than letting the remains of an ancient god slowly decay in this dark and sunless cave, it's better to bring it back and make the most of it.

Moreover, Lin Yi is not a pedantic person.

The Goddess of Light and Flame is dead; leaving her body here is pointless.

He and Su Xiao helped her avenge herself; they divided up Nigadi's soul crystals, and the bone sheep was thrown into the bottom of the Black Abyss.

It's perfectly reasonable to take her corpse as payment.

Lin Yi took out a huge piece of silk cloth from his storage space and wrapped the entire coffin.

He raised his hand and waved, and the coffin disappeared from its original spot, disappearing into the deepest part of his storage space.

Mond stared at the spot where the coffin had disappeared and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Doctor, your technique for handling corpses is quite skilled."

Lin Yi ignored him and turned to walk towards the cave entrance.

Bubuwang had already darted out and ran back and forth in the passage several times to make sure he hadn't missed any mechanisms.

Benny squatted on the pile of gold coins, poked at the last few gems with her paws, and only after confirming that there were no better ones did she reluctantly jump down and land on Lin Yi's shoulder.

The group walked out of the cave along the same path they had come from, and it was already broad daylight outside.

The morning light shines on the sea, making the entire sea area sparkle with golden light.

The grayish-white powder on the dock had been mostly blown away by the sea breeze, leaving only some dark red residue stuck in the cracks of the wooden planks.

Seabirds took flight from the reefs, circling in the sky and emitting sharp cries. Only after confirming that there were no enemies did they dare to come down and devour the corpses.

Don't underestimate these seabirds; though small and vulnerable, they are truly ubiquitous on the high seas.

Su Xiao stood at the edge of the dock, his gaze sweeping over the pirate ships moored there.

The Bone Sheep's fleet still exists, consisting of more than a dozen ships of various sizes, some dilapidated and others still maintaining basic navigation capabilities.

But these ships are meaningless to Su Xiao; the Doom is enough for him.

"Let's go." Su Xiao said succinctly.

The group leaped onto the deck of the Doom, where Amu was already waiting. Its massive body was crouched at the stern, clutching several gold bars it had taken from a cave, which it was examining closely in the sunlight.

Seeing the group of people come up, it grinned, stuffed the gold bar into its mouth and started chewing, then stood up to untie the rope.

Lin Yi walked to the bow of the ship and glanced back at Bone Island.

The mountain of bones in the center of the island gleamed a ghastly white in the morning light, its exposed ribs protruding outwards like the skeleton of a gigantic beast.

This island will soon be forgotten, just like the pirates who turned to dust, becoming yet another forgotten legend on this sea.

He looked away and took out a flag.

That was the flag of the Bone Sheep Pirates. A white skull and ram's head was embroidered on the black background, with the ram's two horns curving downwards in an eerie arc.

The flag was somewhat torn at the edges and had a few dark red stains, but it was generally well-preserved.

Lin Yi casually took this from the Bone Sheep's residence; he had already decided what to do with it at the time.

On the Viking Seas, a pirate crew's flag is almost as much a reflection of its identity as its crew.

Each pirate crew's flag is unique, with strict regulations governing the design, color, and size, allowing no room for error.

Every port, every merchant, and every pirate in this sea area recognizes these flags.

They represent the identity, status, and power of a pirate crew.

Once a pirate crew fails to defend its own flag and it is captured, other forces will only assume one thing: that pirate crew has been completely wiped out.

This thing is like an ID card to the people living on this sea; without it, they can't move an inch.

Losing the flag is equivalent to losing face, losing identity, and losing the right to stand on this sea.

A pirate crew that can't even protect its flag is seen by others as a piece of easy prey to be slaughtered.

Lin Yi hung the flag on the bow of the Doom, right on the most conspicuous mast.

The black flag fluttered in the sea breeze, and the white skull and ram's head stood out vividly in the sunlight.

Mondl became excited upon seeing this.

"Doctor, are you trying to cause trouble?"

Lin Yi didn't answer, but his lips twitched slightly.

Su Xiao steered the Doom away from the dock, its hull cutting through the waves as it sped up, the black sails billowing in the morning breeze with a whooshing sound.

Mordrac rose from the deep sea, its massive body maintaining a steady speed about a nautical mile behind the Doom.

Lin Yi stood at the bow of the ship, raised his hand towards the giant beast in the distance, and waved it gently.

Mordrak let out a low growl and suddenly increased its speed.

Its massive body cleaved through the waves, creating huge currents as it approached the Doom.

Several thick chains were thrown from its back by Am and precisely hooked onto the stern of the Doom.

The moment the chains tightened, the speed of the Doom surged dramatically, its hull being dragged along by the behemoth, leaving a white trail on the sea.

Lin Yi did not ask Mordrac to hide his strength. This time, the group had wiped out the Bone Sheep, so there was no need to hide their strength anymore.

Mordrac swam with a relaxed posture, its head slightly raised, its huge eyes scanning the sea in front of it, occasionally letting out a low hum as if to declare its presence.

In the Viking Sea, very few giant beasts can be tamed.

Although sea creatures have interactions with humans, the number of sea creatures that can be helped to tame giant beasts can be counted on one hand.

The Black Sea Empress became famous in this sea and became one of the three legendary pirate groups because she owned Turtle Island.

Now, a behemoth not much smaller than Turtle Island is speeding across the sea, dragging a black sailboat—a sight that would turn heads anywhere.

When the first ship appeared, the Doom had already sailed out of the waters surrounding Bone Island.

It was a medium-sized merchant ship, painted dark brown, with the logo of a certain chamber of commerce printed on its sails.

It was sailing from east to west, and the sailors on deck were leaning lazily against the ship's side, chatting idly.

The captain stood at the stern, holding binoculars, idly scanning the sea.

When the silhouette of the Doom appeared in the telescope lens, the captain was taken aback for a moment.

That black sailboat was going way too fast, abnormally fast.

He adjusted the focus, trying to see more clearly.

Then he saw something behind the ship—a behemoth larger than any ship he had ever seen was swimming toward him.

The captain's expression changed.

He had seen many sea creatures, but never one of this size.

A behemoth of that size could swallow their entire ship whole in one gulp.

He was about to order a turn and escape when his gaze inadvertently swept over the bow of the Doom.

There was a flag hanging there.

A black flag with a white skull and ram's head, and two downward-curving ram's horns.

The captain's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

That's right, that's the flag of the Bone Sheep Pirates.

The flag of the craziest, wildest, and most reckless pirate crew on that vast ocean.

But now that flag was hanging on a black sailboat he had never seen before, being dragged by a giant beast as it raced across the sea.

What does this mean? The captain isn't stupid. The Bone Sheep's flag has been stolen and is being flaunted as a trophy at the bow.

The one who could kill that madman Bone Sheep was definitely not someone he could afford to mess with.

"Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder quickly!" The captain's voice changed.

The merchant ship turned ninety degrees almost parallel to the Doom's course, its sails were adjusted to the maximum angle, the ship tilted sharply, and the cargo on the deck slid to one side with a clatter.

The sailors, unaware of what was happening, frantically clung to the ship's gunwale.

But no one dared to ask a question, because the captain's face was as white as paper.

The Doomsday passed by the merchant ship, less than two hundred meters away.

Mond stood on the ship's railing and waved to the merchant ship.

No one on the merchant ship responded; all the sailors huddled below the gunwale, not daring to even lift their heads.

Only the captain remained standing at the stern, but his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold onto the binoculars.

After the Doom passed, the merchant ship spun around in place for a full five minutes before readjusting its course.

The captain lowered his binoculars, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and then did something he had never done in his thirty years on this high seas—he ordered the ship to turn back.

No deliveries today, no business today, nothing at all today.

He wanted to go back to Hong Kong, he wanted to go ashore, and he wanted to drink a glass of the strongest rum to calm his nerves.

Similar scenes played out repeatedly throughout the rest of the voyage.

A pirate ship sailed in from the side, the pirates on board celebrating the success of their recent robbery. The deck was piled high with stolen goods, and a few half-drunk men were singing.

The lookout was the first to spot the Doom, and he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

A giant beast was towing a ship, with the flag of the Bone Sheep flying at the bow.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and the singing on the deck stopped abruptly.

The captain snatched the binoculars, glanced at them, and his expression changed.

He shoved the binoculars into his clothes, and without saying a word, immediately ordered the rudder to change direction.

The pirates who were still celebrating froze for a few seconds, then rushed back to their posts like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

The sails were quickly adjusted, and the ship turned at an almost impossible angle, speeding off in the opposite direction.

The cargo on the deck was pushed overboard; to reduce weight, they even abandoned the stolen goods.

A kingdom warship sailed in from the north. This warship was much larger than the merchant ships and pirate ships we had encountered before. Dozens of cannons were lined up on both sides of the ship, and the soldiers on the deck wore uniforms and held muskets and scimitars.

The captain was a veteran in his fifties who had served on this sea for thirty years and had seen all kinds of storms.

When he saw the Doom, his first reaction was not fear, but vigilance.

The black sailboat was going too fast for him to see the flag hanging at the bow.

He raised the binoculars, adjusted the focus, and the image gradually became clear.

A black flag with a white skull and ram's head, and two downward-curving ram's horns.

The old captain's hand paused.

He put down his binoculars, remained silent for a few seconds, and then turned to look at his adjutant behind him.

"Order the entire ship to turn around and clear the way."

The adjutant was taken aback.

"Sir, that's the flag of the Bone Sheep. The Bone Sheep pirate crew is our enemy, we should—"

“That’s the flag of the Bone Sheep, but it’s not their ship.” The old captain’s voice was calm, but there was an undeniable authority in his tone.

"The person who can seize the Bone Sheep flag is not someone we can afford to mess with. Clear the way, that's an order."

The adjutant said no more and turned to relay the order.

The warship slowly turned and sailed past the side of the Doom, maintaining a distance of at least one nautical mile.

The soldiers on deck stood in formation along the ship's side, no one raised a gun, no one drew a knife, they simply watched the black sailboat pass by in silence.

Lin Yi stood at the bow of the ship, his gaze sweeping over the large and small vessels that were keeping their distance.

Some turned and fled, some slowed down to let them pass, and some simply stopped in place, too afraid to move.

These ships came from different ports, flew different flags, and had different purposes, but at this moment their choice was surprisingly consistent—to stay as far away from the ship flying the bone sheep flag as possible.

Mond leaned against the ship's railing, watching the ships flee in disarray, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Doctor, look at those guys, they run faster than rabbits."

Bahamut flew down from the mast and landed on Mond's shoulder, his beady eyes scanning the ships that had kept their distance.

"Of course. Everyone on this sea knows that Bone Sheep is a madman. Even if these guys had eight lives, they wouldn't dare to go near him."

Bubuwang lay on the bow of the boat, its tail sweeping across the deck, its eyes fixed on the distant sea, occasionally letting out a bark.

However, not all ships chose to flee.

As the Doom sailed through a relatively open area of ​​sea, several merchant ships approached from the side.

Unlike the previous ships, they did not turn and flee, but kept a distance of about two nautical miles, following the Doom at a leisurely pace.

The captains stood at the stern, binoculars in hand, observing the black sailboat and the enormous sea monster from afar.

A pirate ship also joined the queue.

Its hull was much more dilapidated than those merchant ships, with several patches on its sails, but it was not slow.

The pirates on the ship crowded at the bow, chattering amongst themselves.

The captain was a one-eyed man, his other eye wide open, staring intently at the black flag on the bow of the Doom.

More ships followed.

There were merchant ships, pirate ships, and some small boats whose identities were unclear.

They kept their distance from each other, but headed in the same direction—all following behind the Doom.

They stopped robbing ships, stopped delivering goods, and stopped doing business. They just wanted to see where this black sailboat flying the Bone Sheep flag was headed.

This has not seen anything this big on the sea for a long time.

The three legendary pirate crews maintained their dominance for decades, and none of them were able to break this balance.

Now someone has broken through, and broken through in such a thorough way—not by defeating, not by driving out, but by utterly destroying.

Even their flag has been taken away. From this day forward, the Bone Sheep Pirates will be completely wiped out from this sea.

Someone capable of doing something like this is definitely not a nobody.

The captains following behind knew that they were witnessing a momentous event that would change the entire landscape of the Viking Sea.

You might only see this kind of scene once in your lifetime.

Mondl glanced back at the fleet following behind and couldn't help but whistle.

"Wow, they've followed us for ages! Are we going to become celebrities?"

Lin Yi didn't turn around. Turtle Island was already very close. At Mordrac's current speed, he could arrive in half a day at most.

Mordrac continued swimming forward, his massive body cutting through the waves without slowing down in the slightest.

The ships following behind could barely keep up, and some of the slower ones were already left behind, but more ships came from all directions to join the ever-growing fleet.

The news spread very quickly.

On this vast ocean, nothing spreads faster than this kind of explosive news.

Every passing ship saw the flag flying at the bow of the black sailboat, and every captain made the same judgment—the Bone Sheep was finished. (End of Chapter)