Ding Huan repeatedly calculated several times, and each time after entering the Gray Sea, everything went blank.
Couldn't enter the Gray Sea—did that mean they had to stop between the Gray Sea and the marshes?
As for turning back, Ding Huan had never considered it.
Where could he go if he turned back? Return to the swamps, or to the wilderness? Neither direction was where he wanted to go.
Staying between the Gray Sea and the marshes, Ding Huan always felt a sense of trepidation; this place was not one to linger in.
Once they had ventured into the Billions of Void Swamps, there was only one route to take.
That was to keep forging ahead.
Where the edges of the Gray Sea intertwined with the marshes, as far as the marshes stretched, so should the Gray Sea.
Even when the marshes came to an end, the Gray Sea still expanded further.
It was absolutely impossible to walk along the edges of the marshes.
