Of course, Fengxian City was still the same Fengxian City: resplendent in gold and jade, with red towers everywhere. From afar, it looked like a mass of red flames scorching the heavens—or a red carpet climbing to the sky, winding upward into the clouds. No matter how black and dark the sky was at that moment, it no longer seemed to matter, because human wisdom appeared capable of linking heaven and earth, yin and yang.
"Brother Yitian, look! What's that?!" Nan Jin pointed at the sky.
I gazed into the distance. Of course, I knew there was a massive floating island above the sea of clouds—or rather, a gigantic flying island that resembled a floating island.
The darkness over Fengxian City had all been brought by it. When the flying island, shaped like a flying saucer, hovered above Fengxian City, the clouds were forced away. That was probably the fundamental reason it repelled the demonic aura. Thus, around this Hurricane City, the demonic aura seemed to have been forcibly blown downward, making the area around Jingkong pitch-black, as though it were trapped in an eternal night.
"It's different from all the flying vessels we've seen before." Chang Jie furrowed her brows.
"Is it? Weren't the flying vessels from sixty years ago like this?" I asked.
Chang Jie shook her head. "No. This flying vessel is unprecedentedly huge."
"That's right. Our yacht is as small as their lifeboat." Ling Zhao was so shocked that her mouth nearly fell open as she looked at the enormous floating island above them. Her feelings were indescribably complicated.
" Lifeboat?" Xian Li looked toward the floating island slowly churning the wind and clouds. Then she pointed at a tiny black speck and said to me, "Brother Yitian, look. It really looks like something small is