Foreigners, cities, origins, madness, wandering, searching—when those words were all put together, they formed a secretive and terrifying story. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have set out long ago with surging excitement to search for and explore that dust-sealed history.
Unfortunately, He Zhao felt no passion. He simply slipped into the Netherworld expressionlessly, piloting the incredibly fast small Flying Boat as he darted all over the cold, dark world, without the slightest hint of urgency.
The reason was simple.
Ancestor Danyang and his group had spent thirty years before finally finding the entrance leading to Xinyue Kingdom. That was because they had walked and stopped every day, and on top of that had no means of transportation. It would have been strange if their speed could get any faster.
He was different. A large quantity of energy Crystallized Sha was responsible for maintaining the Flying Boat's consumption. The resources inside his ring could last not just a mere thirty years, but even three hundred years without issue.
"I don't need to rest. If I push the boat day and night without stopping to search, three years should be more than enough."
The Flying Boat specially modified and refined by Qingyun Sect had absolutely nothing to complain about in terms of speed. At the very least, it was more than ten times faster than other Sha Refiners flying through the air with sha qi.
If he disregarded everything and pushed it to the limit, twenty times faster would not be a problem.
After all, its initial design had been precisely for fleeing for one's life in the Netherworld at critical moments. If its speed was even a little slower, death was highly possible. When one's life and fortune were at stake, no one would be careless.
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