Ancient Continent

Since they were traveling by flight, of course he had to rely on A Zi. As a Sky Covering Demon Dragon, flying was her specialty. At full speed, she was even a little faster than Fan Lang.

"A Zi, it's time for you to show what you can do!" Fan Lang waved a hand, opened his Independent Space, and released A Zi. His Independent Space was like a general store—anything he wanted was there. That did not even include his system inventory, which held even more items, enough to sell endlessly even through auctions.

A streak of purple light flew out and spun through the air before suddenly expanding into a massive purple dragon that blotted out the sky. The ridges along her back rose and fell like mountain ranges, casting a shadow over the sea.

"What do you mean, show what I can do? Are we fighting?" A Zi looked around.

"I didn't call you out to fight. I need a mount. I'm riding you again. Come on, lie down there and strike a pose. Lower the front a little, raise the back a little."

"Riding me again?" A Zi's dragon eyes widened.

"Who told you to become a famous mount throughout the universe? This is your fate. Just accept it."

Fan Lang flashed onto A Zi's back and sat steadily as if riding a horse, shouting, "Giddyup!"

A Zi had no choice but to grit her dragon teeth and flap her wings into flight.

There was another advantage to riding A Zi: Fan Lang could do whatever he pleased on her back. He could cultivate if he wanted, cheat if he wanted, and waste no time.

The Ancient Continent was truly too far away. The sea seemed endless. Even at A Zi's speed, they flew for an entire