The enormous tornado roared like a furious dragon, drowning out every sound.
Such a colossal, ceaseless storm was almost impossible to find on the surface of a rocky planet.
But compared to the storms of gas giants, it was merely a firefly before the bright moon.
Qian Shu Xin Ye's aircraft traveled along the Giant Dragon's belly—or perhaps its "spine"—all the way forward.
Wang Qi judged that they were likely heading toward the front end of the ship.
This aircraft, which looked absurdly futuristic and cyberpunk, did not fly particularly fast. At the very least, it could not compare to a high-level cultivator's escape light.
Still, it was at least supersonic.
Wang Qi guessed that these cultivators might not actually need aircraft for transportation, but within the Savior Devil Realm, they likely found it difficult to fight.
After all, their cultivation methods differed greatly from this world's mainstream. If they released their escape light, they might be executed as outsiders or rebels.
In contrast, these mechanical bodies seemed rather mainstream.
Though Wang Qi found it strange how such mechanical bodies had blended among standard-issue ones like Iron Constables and Iron Constable Guards without being discovered.
But he soon understood.
"Your mechanical bodies are all rather... distinctive..." Wang Qi muttered.
Standard-issue mechanical bodies like fighter guards, Iron Constables, and Iron Constable Guards were probably "government property."
Qian Shu Xin Ye nodded. "Everyone unconsciously designs them according to the appearance they fear most—and that 'most frightening appearance' often contains ancestral memories passed down through instinct in their bloodline."
"For people like us, who have no homeland, this is also a way of remembering home."
Wang Qi nodded.
It was like how Earth's mammalian ancestors had been ruled by reptiles for two hundred million years at the beginning of their evolution, leaving mammals