"Be careful. Don't push yourself," Chen Xuan cautioned.
"Don't worry. I know my limits." Xu Xuanling released her grip on Honglian.
The two of them immediately dropped some distance.
Chen Xuan could now see where the spacecraft had crashed—with the Divine Eye Method, not a blade of grass or a tree hundreds of meters away escaped his scrutiny, let alone a spacecraft with such a distinctive shape. It seemed to have undergone an extremely perilous crash landing. Half its hull lay buried at an angle in the earth, and only half its wings remained.
An ordinary aircraft would probably have shattered into debris under an impact like that, yet the spacecraft's enormous hull had suffered only slight deformation, its main body still intact. Five years of exposure to the elements and battering sandstorms had left its paint mottled, but the faded words "Dimensional Limit Organization" were still visible on its side.
"That's what they're looking for." Chen Xuan adjusted his course to glide toward the spacecraft while maintaining as much altitude as possible. "How much time do you need?"
"For something this big... probably three or four minutes," Honglian estimated.
"If things get dangerous, put your own safety first—hmm?"
"What is it?"
"Nothing..." Chen Xuan clicked his tongue. "This place actually looks a little familiar."
Honglian followed his gaze, but could only faintly make out a tower-like structure half concealed in the distant dust.
"What is that?" she asked, puzzled.
It looked like a steel pillar, or perhaps a chimney—completely out of place among the surrounding elevated roads. Judging by its size, people could enter it, but it clearly wasn't suitable for long-term habitation. In terms of function, it was sturdier than a signal tower, yet no high-voltage lines connected to its top. In short, it seemed entirely superfluous.
"There