After reporting to the Advisory Council, Chen Chuan spoke with Ming Chengzi, asking him to look after everything in his absence. He then took Ling Su and Zhao Ming and set out for Ring Lock Island that very night.
The matter looked urgent, but it had not reached the point where every second counted. Otherwise, they would have sent a telegram instead of writing a letter.
So there was no need to rush. He chose to travel by airship.
If he took the conventional route to the Western Continent, he would have to pass through several countries. Given his status, it would certainly draw all kinds of attention, and the journey would not be smooth. So he simply had the airship head north through Haixi Province and toward the North Sea, part of Great Shun's traditional territory.
This place was close to the polar region. It was only late February, and most of the sea was covered in thick ice. The sun seemed to cling to the horizon, its light faint, while the low cliffs along the shore were likewise crusted with frost. Whenever his gaze happened to sweep across them, he would occasionally catch the glint of thin ice.
From the airship, he looked toward the horizon opposite him. Rifts did not appear only on the world's major landmasses; they also existed at both poles, which was why troops were stationed there as well.
There were observation posts from various nations at the southern pole, but farther north from here was still Great Shun territory.
More than two thousand years ago, Minghua Temple, one of the Zen Sect's six great temples, had been established here.
Legend had it that a great demon from beyond the heavens had fallen here, and its body had become the polar continent. Minghua Temple