Why was there wind?
That was a scientific question, but what had appeared now was clearly a supernatural problem.
But even if it was a supernatural problem...
Jiang Qiao stood at the wheelhouse window, looking out at the frozen world, and fell silent for a long while.
Honestly, even after everything he had weathered and all the strange things he had seen, the sight before him still left him deeply stunned.
Where the fuck had this thing taken him?
Another planet?
"Incredible."
"Absolutely incredible."
"I underestimated Rakshasa Lake, underestimated that great tomb, and underestimated this ship even more."
"To think..."
"It has a passage to another world."
Up to this point.
He had encountered such a passage only once. Back when he had followed the river of time to the beginning of his transmigration, he had entered a supernatural space through an alley off that snack street.
Then, passing through the sky of that supernatural space, he had emerged into outer space.
He had reached ruins on what seemed to be the moon.
That was also where he had first encountered Moon Laurel, obtained the Divine Firmament Thunder Seal, and learned many secrets.
Other than that.
The supernatural world supposedly had a passage leading back to his homeland.
But he had never entered it.
And as for the sky of the supernatural world, supposedly no one had crossed that layer of clouds since the Great Cataclysm began over a thousand years ago.
Every attempt had failed.
Those who had forced their way through had all disappeared in the end.
Including two half-gods.
"Fine, fine, fine."
"So we're playing the switch-to-a-new-map game now, huh?"
Jiang Qiao muttered to himself.
The Dragon Tiger Daoist was equally stunned.
He stared fixedly at the sky, at the countless stars in that dark, unfathomable curtain