"I suppose I can only pass away in this realm in this life."
After his cultivation had been completely sealed, Gu Yuanling's long True Immortal Realm lifespan was also drastically reduced.
He estimated that after another thousand years in this realm, he would pass away once his lifespan was exhausted.
"Forget it, forget it. Since I myself have no hope left, I shall leave behind an inheritance message within the Wang Sheng Sect."
"I only hope that among the descendants of the Wang Sheng Sect I founded, someone may one day return to the Holy Land on my behalf!"
As he spoke, Gu Yuanling helplessly shook his head and looked at the Chaos Flying Boat beside him, battered and scarred, riddled with dents and pits.
"Old friend, from this day forth, you shall be the Wang Sheng Flying Boat!"
As Gu Yuanling's voice fell, a faint gleam flashed across the Chaos Flying Boat, which appeared to have lost all its mystical qualities.
Immediately afterward, Gu Yuanling turned into a flowing light and merged into the Wang Sheng Flying Boat.
And this core forbidden land of the Wang Sheng Sect sank completely into silence.
Throughout these long years,
countless Qingxuan Holy Land disciples had fallen into worlds across the Chaos Sea.
Gu Yuanling was merely one among the myriad Qingxuan Holy Land disciples who had suffered calamity.
If these Qingxuan Holy Land disciples had any hope of repairing their Chaos Flying Boats within those worlds, they would still have a chance to return to Qingxuan Holy Land.
If they had no hope of repairing their Chaos Flying Boats, they were destined to remain trapped to death within the Chaos Sea.
Over these more than two million years,
many Qingxuan Holy Land disciples had suffered severe damage to their Chaos Flying Boats.