Li Xi looked at Jiang Ping An's cautious, hesitant manner and began to wonder whether she had made the wrong choice.
He had to think twice even about a chance to learn a Divine Art handed to him on a platter. With that kind of temperament, how far could he go? He would probably be useless when it mattered.
But she had no other choice, and Jiang Ping An's unique ability to hide in shadows might offer a slim chance of turning things around. She could only try to doctor a dead horse.
She took Jiang Ping An with her, turned into a streak of light, and flew toward the Sacred Blood Tribe.
Before long, a magnificent complex of buildings burst into Jiang Ping An's view, so striking that it caught his breath.
It was no ordinary complex built upon the ground, but a vast landmass suspended in the void!
Countless enormous chains, thick and gleaming like metal, held the landmass in place. Around it, the chains connected to tens of thousands of immense ancient divine ships!
The Divine Ships came in all shapes and styles, weathered by who knew how many ages.
Together, they anchored the entire landmass in the void.
Countless arcane Divine Runes circled the landmass and the Divine Ships like stars, flashing without pause and forming a vast, mysterious sea of laws.
As they drew closer, the suspended landmass's overwhelming presence struck him full in the face.
Countless people, warships, and strange beasts streamed in and out of the immense complex.
The chains securing the landmass were forged from some unknown Divine Gold. Thick as mountain ranges, they were covered in ancient totems and runes and gave off power that made his heart tremble.
Jiang Ping An swept his gaze across the Divine Ships towing the