The heavens stretched vast and boundless, while the sea of clouds churned.
A massive dragon-shaped warship tore through layer upon layer of fierce wind, trailing a long golden streak across the ninth heaven.
The entire warship gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. Its dragon head was raised high, its tail unfurled, vivid and lifelike, as though a true ancient dragon were roaming the skies.
A pale golden barrier of formations shrouded the vessel's surface. Runes flickered in and out of sight, blocking all the fierce winds and turbulent currents outside.
This was an exceptionally powerful flying artifact, a treasure the Primordial Ancient Dragon had acquired when he infiltrated the Dark Dragon Clan in the past.
Though its grade fell short of a spirit treasure, it came infinitely close. When driven at full power, it could travel thousands of miles in a single day—one of the finest tools for travel in the world today.
On the deck, Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back.
His robes snapped in the wind, his eyes bright and profound as he gazed into the distant horizon. Thick clouds loomed there, lightning rolling within them as though unknown perils lay dormant.
The Black Jade Qilin stood silently at Lin Fan's side like a statue.
His eyes were half-closed, his Primordial Spirit senses spread throughout the surroundings as he remained constantly alert to any movement nearby.
Little Ruo Xuan sat leisurely on a chair not far away, her two little legs swinging gently.
She had several spirit fruits tucked in her arms. From time to time, she pulled one out and took a delighted huge bite. Fresh, sweet juice spilled from the corners of her mouth, and she licked it away with her little tongue, her eyes curving into crescents, brimming with innocent charm.
Meanwhile,