In a starfield far from the Feather Realm, Han Feiyu looked out of the ship's cabin with worry in his eyes.
For some reason, ever since learning that this place was far from the Feather Realm and that it would take more than two hundred years to return to the Sect, a faint sense of danger had risen in his heart.
"There are Martial Siblings from the same Sect aboard, and Martial Uncle is leading us."
"If danger truly strikes, we cannot flee—and even if we wanted to, we could not."
Han Feiyu calculated silently. He took out a dedicated Spatial Ring and placed inside it the Talismans, Disposable Magic Treasures, and all kinds of powerful Lightning Pearls capable of injuring True Immortals that he had exchanged from the Myriad Things Tree.
He arranged them one by one inside the Spatial Ring, already calculating which Talismans or Magic Treasures to use against what kind of enemy.
A Spirit Pearl no larger than a palm appeared in Han Feiyu's hand. It was a Spirit Summoning Pearl exchanged from the Myriad Things Tree.
It could summon a Spirit Beast with the combat strength of an Invincible Venerable to fight for him. He still had a thousand such Spirit Pearls in his Immortal Artifact space.
"If danger truly comes, then so be it if these things are exposed. The Sect's Martial Siblings, Martial Uncle, and elders must be saved." Han Feiyu's gaze gradually hardened.
That faint sense of danger in his heart could not have appeared for no reason. It was likely that before long, this feeling would come true.
Jian Wuji walked over and sat beside Han Feiyu, pouring himself a cup of tea.
Seeing the Spirit Summoning Pearl in Han Feiyu's hand, he could not help but smile.
"Senior Brother, have