Qin Fengming looked toward the black flying shuttle that had appeared in the air, a trace of surprise flickering in his eyes.
This flying treasure was shrouded in a mass of condensed black light, with profound runes appearing and shooting through the dark radiance. Even when he probed it with his divine sense, vast as his divine sense was, he could sense only the faintest traces.
The ancient aura emanating from the flying shuttle showed that this treasure had existed for an extremely long time.
A flying treasure covered in runes clearly had extraordinary power without even needing to be examined.
Although resources such as Spirit Stones and spirit herbs were scarce in the Immortal's Remnant Land, the various materials and treasures there were absolutely beyond comparison with those in lower planes such as the Human Realm.
As Pan Qingkang moved his fingers, the five of them flew into the shuttle.
"As long as fellow Daoists inject your internal magic power into the flying shuttle beneath your feet, this Pan can control it and make it fly at top speed. It will be one or two times faster than any of us flying alone. In two days, we can cross this stretch of desert.
"According to the records in the classics, a type of demon ant exists here, though it rarely appears. If we encounter it, I hope all fellow Daoists will spare no effort and attack with all your might. Otherwise, we will surely die beneath the mouths of those demon ants."
Upon hearing Pan Qingkang's words, Bu An and his disciples showed no change in expression. They merely nodded, as though they had known this long ago.
But Qin Fengming's heart stirred when he heard it. He had never seen this desert mentioned in any classics, and thus