Su Fan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed on the Jade Couch in the luxurious hall of the cabin.
On the table before him lay several ancient books and more than a dozen lustrous Jade Slips. Wisps of dense spiritual energy curled around them, complementing the hall's elegant furnishings.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. A deep look of contemplation flashed through them, clearly showing that he had only just emerged from the ancient texts and had not yet fully withdrawn from them.
He lightly raised a fingertip, and a Jade Slip flew steadily into his palm before he pressed it against his brow.
His Spiritual Sense slowly seeped inside. The information within the Jade Slip surged into his mind like a tide. No one knew how much time passed before he finally lowered the Jade Slip and placed it on the table.
Su Fan drew a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly. Then he helplessly shook his head with a bitter smile.
It seemed that hoping to resolve the hidden danger within his body in the short term had ultimately been wishful thinking.
The flying ship he was riding had already been traveling alone through the boundless sea of stars for nearly ten years.
During those ten years, Su Fan had almost never stepped outside the cabin. Every day, he immersed himself in the ancient texts in the hall, repeatedly pondering and studying them in hopes of finding a good way to break out of his predicament.
Unfortunately, Heaven did not grant his wishes. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet he had not even touched the threshold, much less found a practical solution.
Su Fan had also sought help from Old Dragon Li Gao and had even personally consulted Qing