With the beautiful female cultivator no longer disturbing him, Qin Fengming once again lowered his eyelids and began carefully sensing the flying boat beneath his feet.
This flying boat's speed was astonishing, not much slower than that of the black flying boat from the Eight Extremes Sect.
Although it was slightly inferior to the Ghost Lord cultivators who excelled at escape arts, it absolutely surpassed the full-speed flight of most ordinary Ghost Lord cultivators. Most importantly, this kind of mechanical flying boat consumed very little of a cultivator's magic power and spiritual sense. Even the cultivator controlling it could rest while piloting it.
The flying boat sped through the air in utter silence. After only half a day, it arrived before a vast city. The Sun family old man indicated that everyone should descend at a hidden place outside the city, and they walked toward the towering city walls.
As far as the mortal worlds of the Ghost Realm and Human Realm were concerned, there was not much difference between them. The rules of the Cultivation World were also much the same: regardless of their cultivation level, cultivators were forbidden to recklessly display their spells and divine abilities before mortals.
This was also a means of protecting ordinary mortals from disturbance.
Cultivators had also come from among mortals. Without the vast foundation of mortals, any realm would rapidly decline. In the end, the disappearance of its cultivators would be only a matter of time.
Looking at the towering stone walls and the endless stream of people before him, Qin Fengming felt as if he had returned to the Human Realm.
Led by the Sun family old man, everyone entered the immense city and went straight into a vast garden. Although quite a few cultivators of varying cultivation levels tried to