Unable to Win One Person's Heart

A seal was like a lock.

The stronger the seal, the harder it was to break.

If he found the weakest door in the seal, Opening the Door would be much easier.

Fan Lang saw a glimmer of hope. His spirits lifted as he began inspecting the doors on the ship, examining every single one with great care.

This was a highly technical task.

It was far from easy to distinguish the strength of the seals on each door. Without sufficient skill, one simply could not comprehend the mysteries within.

Inspecting just one door took at least a quarter of an hour. Checking every door on the ship, large and small, would take no small amount of time.

Sharpening the axe did not delay the chopping of wood. Fan Lang felt the time would not be wasted.

A long time later.

Fan Lang stopped before one of the doors and pressed his palm against it, probing its mysteries. Gradually, delight appeared on his face.

"This door's seal is much weaker than the others, and the method used to seal it is different too. If the other doors are Iron Gates, then this one is a wooden door!"

Fan Lang was overjoyed.

Though this door was relatively weak, breaking its seal was still not something he could accomplish in a short while.

After thinking it over, Fan Lang waved his hand and created a clone, leaving it here to slowly refine the seal while he himself went to handle other matters.

He left the Independent Space and returned to the outside world.

He had finished everything that needed doing. The next step was to set out for the Dao Field. This would be another challenge, and one fraught with considerable danger.

For one thing, many Mystic Saints were competing for Dao