This was not Zhang Yang's first time acting as a River-Crossing Dragon, nor was it his first time encountering a River-Crossing Dragon.
Nor was it his first time traveling through time and space.
In the past, he had thought that so-called time-space travel and Hero's Trial were nothing more than a flash of white light and a whoosh, after which he would arrive in the world he was headed for.
But only now did he realize just how outrageously wrong that was. At the same time, he secretly felt ashamed of his past carelessness.
If he had shown time-space travel enough reverence sooner, he would never have looked down on Zhao Xianyu, who could casually produce a Mountain God Trial Divination Talisman.
That was right. At that moment, Zhang Yang had not flashed in a burst of white light and appeared at his destination with a whoosh. He was merely sitting aboard a ship.
The ship was long and narrow, like a willow leaf. There was no water beneath it, only countless shadows darting about. If one listened carefully, one could even hear whispers.
There were no sailors aboard, only passengers. Including Zhang Yang, there were ten passengers in all.
Yet none of them could see one another clearly. All they could see were gray cloaks, one after another.
Six of the gray-cloaked passengers were awake, while four were unconscious. Without exception, each of the four unconscious passengers had an awake companion caring for them.
Above them was a starry sky—a dazzling, resplendent starry sky. Zhang Yang had never seen stars so splendid, but he did not dare look closely. There had originally been an eleventh passenger aboard the ship. Perhaps he had been too engrossed when he looked up at the stars, because suddenly a claw that had appeared