With Lin Xuan's temperament, once he had decided what to do, he would not delay. After activating the restrictive formations around his cave residence, he transformed into a streak of Startling Rainbow and flew off toward the southeast.
Of course, he still used his aura-concealing technique, disguising himself as a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator.
Though he had not pushed his escape art to its limit, a mere hundred-odd li still did not take much effort. Very soon, that massive, imposing city once again came into view.
He was already not far from the range of the No-Fly Restriction, and Lin Xuan was just about to lower his Startling Rainbow when, at that moment, he suddenly turned his head as if he had sensed something.
It was still morning. The Sun hung high in the sky, and not a cloud could be seen for ten thousand li. As far as the eye could reach, the seawater and the sky had already merged into one color, a washed-clean azure that looked pure to the extreme.
Yet Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly.
A thin black line entered his sight.
At first, it was only a vague speck, but it quickly grew clearer.
It was a huge Ancient Warship.
It was fully over a hundred zhang long.
The pitch-black, gleaming hull looked incomparably heavy. Because of the distance, the patterns on the ship could not be made out clearly, but on both sides, dense ranks of pitch-black cannon towers protruded.
They looked ferocious to the extreme, and were clearly something similar to Crystal Might Cannons.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the colossus before him. A sharp, oppressive pressure made even him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
At this moment, he was already very close to Linhai