Primordial Wilderness.
The vast sky stretched endlessly, and heaven and earth seemed boundless. A flying vessel hung high above, racing forward.
The top floor of the flying vessel, main hall.
Pei Ling sat alone in the seat of honor, his eyes half-closed as he rested with his eyes shut.
Before him, a bronze incense burner carved with auspicious cloud patterns held a stick of Spirit Incense, burning slowly. Smoke that nourished the body and soul billowed like clouds and filled the room.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked ahead.
Several perfect, ethereal auras were approaching at astonishing speed through the distant void.
"Foreign Race Immortals..."
Pei Ling's expression remained calm. After traveling continuously for ten hours, they were already close to Building Wood.
The Foreign Race Immortals ahead had fierce auras and were hurrying along. Their bodies seemed to still be stained with dense immortal energy, which constantly drifted away from them. They had probably descended to the lower realm only recently.
Given the situation, they were most likely headed to another region of the Primordial Wilderness, and had happened to cross paths with him...
Thinking this, Pei Ling lightly tapped the armrest of the seat of honor with his fingers and pondered briefly. In the end, he decided to meet with the Human Race's ancestors first...
So he closed his eyes and continued resting.
Outside the flying vessel, the sky was clear as if washed clean, stretching blue for ten thousand miles.
The vessel hung high in the heavens, like an arrow loosed from a bow, spanning east to west in the blink of an eye.
In the distance, several Foreign Race Immortals with splendid robes, beast heads, and human bodies strode across the clouds. Demonic aura soared around them, and their beastly eyes were cold and shadowed.