Through the water mirror built into the ship's hull, Wang Chen looked down at the vast desert below.
Although he had spent a fair amount of time stationed in Daying City and had fought fiercely against the Sand People, this was still his first time venturing deep into this wasteland and taking in the unique scenery of the Western Regions.
After entering the Great Western Desert, the Flying Ship's speed dropped drastically, and it could no longer maintain its original altitude.
This was because Heaven and Earth spiritual energy was far thinner in the desert and Gobi than in the West Sea Spirit Domain.
A Magic Treasure Flying Ship primarily relied on absorbing spiritual energy from the surrounding space to maintain its speed and altitude. In different environments, its performance naturally differed greatly.
If Wang Chen wanted the Flying Ship to fly fast in this region, he would have to inject Mana into it himself and consume a great quantity of Spirit Stones.
He certainly would not make such a losing deal.
Although Wang Chen was traveling on official business this time, the sect's allowance was not much.
If he burned Spirit Stones just to hurry along, he would definitely suffer a bloody loss!
Besides, there were still ten days before the Spirit Mountain Dharma Assembly officially began. Even if the Flying Ship was slower, he would still arrive with plenty of time to spare.
Thus, Wang Chen traveled with the leisurely mindset of sightseeing.
Screech—
A piercing eagle cry suddenly came from afar. A massive black eagle appeared in the water mirror and swiftly approached the Flying Ship.
A gray-robed cultivator sat upon the eagle's back.
Wang Chen recognized at a glance that the other party was a shaman of the Sand Tribe!
He flicked his finger, and the