The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Light?"

Song Feng couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Chen Gou heard what Song Feng said, but he didn't hear it clearly.

"You said... gurgle..."

He forgot that the oxygen mask was on Song Feng's face, and when he opened his mouth, seawater poured into his mouth. Chen Gou hurriedly snatched the oxygen mask away.

Chen Gou took a few deep breaths; the seawater really didn't taste good.

He was about to give the oxygen mask back to Song Feng when he noticed that Song Feng had swum away on his own.

"Where are you going? I'm not trying to steal from you, I just accidentally opened my mouth. Come back right now! Don't wander off! We're a team!"

Chen Gou turned around and chased after Song Feng, but he did not see the blue light.

Song Feng approached the light as if possessed; he felt he should go over, almost like an instinct.

When Song Feng entered the blue light, Chen Gou discovered that the kid hadn't needed oxygen for a long time and still remained expressionless.

"Wow, he's been keeping a low profile all along."

Song Feng entered Guangli.

The seawater has disappeared.

Everything around me felt warm and full, like lying in a warm and soft bed.

"Light surrounds me...are they merging with me?"

A sharp pain surged into Song Feng's brain, causing him to fall into a coma.

In an instant, countless fragments of memories flooded into my brain.

However, these fragments flashed for too short a time to be captured by Song Feng, who could only watch them flash past him like a revolving lantern.

……

"Splash splash..."

The sound of the waves roused Song Feng from his coma.

The ground beneath me swayed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw old, rusty metal planks.

"Hey! Brother, you're finally awake! If you had died, I would have felt so guilty."

As he spoke, Dog Brother brought over a bowl of dark, murky soup from the side.

"Here, this is my family's secret tonic soup. Drink it quickly; it's incredibly effective for drowning people!"

Song Feng quickly declined.

"Never mind, last time I got seasick, you said this stuff was very effective for seasickness."

"They're not all water-related problems; they're all the same!"

Song Feng still didn't drink. He looked around and asked.

"Have we boarded the ship yet?"

"We're on our way back home. This old ship will probably take a long time to sail. Take your time and rest. No, no, no rush."

Although the ship was old, Song Feng noticed that the stern was spewing thermal power, making it much faster than those old antiques with oil or electric propellers in museums.

Moreover, the boat is not large, only able to carry about ten people, and looks very light when sailing at sea.

Song Feng recalled the awe-inspiring scene of gods fighting on the island.

"By the way, Dog Bro, did you find any of the lime from that Song Gua stone statue?"

Chen Gou waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't even mention it! I was also fooled by that shipman. I actually believed that nonsense about finding a bargain and gave all my life savings to that unscrupulous shipman who took us from China to the North American islands."

You saw the scene; it was earth-shattering.

Finding a bargain?

"We're incredibly lucky to have survived."

Song Feng was penniless, and Chen Gou paid for the boat ride.

Although Song Feng was fortunate enough to obtain a cultivation technique, he cultivated it to the fifth level of the Acquired Spiritual Warrior realm.

But the little money he earns from working as a security guard or doing some thug jobs for the Lingwu Association is only enough to pay his rent and buy some food.

Unfortunately, these days, the cost of living in the city is extremely high.

Houses, food, and even clean drinking water are very expensive.

It's already quite remarkable that Song Feng can rent a house. There are many homeless people on the streets, and among them are many low-level acquired spiritual martial artists.

"So... who ultimately got their hands on this Song Dynasty stone statue?"

"You fainted shortly after falling into the water. I used all my strength to help you swim to another small island nearby."

I am not clear about the situation on Songgua Island either.

However, based on what I've heard in the metaverse these past few days, the stone statue was probably eventually divided up among some experts.

Someone managed to grab a finger.

Someone managed to grab the palm.

Someone managed to grab the sole of the foot.

Someone snatched the head or something.

Song Feng let out a long sigh.

"This ancestor of the nation once suppressed an era, turned the tide, and saved the world. Now, his battle-hardened body has been completely divided up by his descendants and foreign tribes. How tragic."

Chen Gou smiled and said.

"Heroes and achievements are all in the past. People nowadays only care about the present. So many people can't even fill their stomachs or get a clean drink of water. Who would fight for an ancient person like Abbot Yuankong?"

"By the way, how's Yuan Kong doing?"

"He's dead. I heard he was at the King level, but there were at least eighty or a hundred Kings on Songgua Island that day. He wasn't enough to handle them alone. No matter how profound Buddhism is, it's hard to fight against four hands with two fists."

"yes……"

Song Feng felt inexplicably sad, not knowing why, and finally could only attribute it to his seasickness again.

"Alright, brother, you should get some rest. I feel bad that you made this trip for nothing. When we get back, I'll allow you to join our Tang Clan and become the nineteenth generation disciple. How about it?"

Song Feng gave an awkward smile.

"I appreciate your kindness, Brother Dog... Oh, by the way, who's piloting this boat?"

"He's my good buddy, Brother Mang. We owe him a lot for coming to our aid this time. Those gods sank hundreds of small islands around Songgua Island. Brother Mang, hurry up, hurry up! If he's any slower, we're all doomed."

Song Feng knew that this Chen Gou was a "wanderer".

To put it nicely, they're called wandering martial arts practitioners, but in reality, they're just wandering cultivators who travel from one big city to another, with no place they truly belong.

To be precise, Song Feng was also this type of person.

Song Feng simply spent a huge sum of money to rent a house.

People like Chen Gou have abandoned the cost of living and transferred it to cultivation.

Since he's a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and江湖义气, a code of honor) person, it's normal for him to know many people and have someone to help him.

Song Feng didn't think much of it.

His head was still a little dizzy, and he really wanted to rest.

Before going to sleep, he wanted to check the news in the metaverse.

Turning on the multi-functional device on his wrist, which resembled a watch, Song Feng prepared to enter the online world.

A holographic screen suddenly popped up.

"Your 'Metaverse Basic Package' is overdue. Please pay the fee and continue using it normally."

"We recommend the 'Metaverse V1 Package,' which grants you 100 square meters of private land on a digital planet, allowing you to build your own little world!"

"War Planet's Gold Rush Day is September 9th! Buy your tickets and join the battle! Everyone has a chance to become rich overnight through war!"

"Haven't you purchased 'Cultivator Disaster Insurance' yet? Buy one now! You'll never have to worry about deities fighting and damaging your property with nowhere to claim compensation again! Xitian Insurance is at your service!"

"If you're a true brother, come and chop me down..."

Because he wasn't a VIP, every time Song Feng turned on his all-purpose machine, countless "GG" pop-ups would appear, filling his surroundings in holographic form and even spreading outside the room.

This thing is comparable to a cultivator's illusion array; once you open it, you can't see anything.