Nothing was visible. The Void Passage was pitch-black.
Spatial turbulence scraped against the Immortal Court Prison Ship's outer shield, producing a grating sound.
The noise set their teeth on edge, and the entire warship bucked along with it.
Old Ancestor Xuanming crouched beside the Formation Disk in the middle of the deck, both hands clamped around its edges, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the falling spiritual energy gauge.
His face twitched with every notch it dropped, and he trembled at the painful expense.
"Oh, come on! This consumption is outrageous!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming finally could not stand it anymore. He scrambled up and approached the throne beside the desiccated corpse at the bow.
Zhou Xuan sat squarely on the throne, legs spread, propping his chin on one hand as he watched the void ahead.
Old Ancestor Xuanming rubbed his hands together and began complaining, his face creased with anguish over the cost.
"Zhou Xuan, aren't we going a little too fast?"
"Look at the gauge on this Formation Disk! In this little stretch of time, we've used enough spiritual energy to keep our Purple-Gold Immortal Vein running for over half a month!"
"Traveling through the void is a bottomless pit to begin with. Every time those currents outside scrape us, the shield drains a massive amount of origin source to patch itself up."
"We brought plenty of reserves out of Central Province, but even those won't survive this kind of spending!"
The more Old Ancestor Xuanming spoke, the more he felt they were taking a massive loss. He sighed repeatedly.
"If you ask me, we should slow down and advance steadily."
"That Heavenly Patrol Guards' lair isn't going anywhere. It hasn't sprouted legs."
"If we travel slower and turn down the shield's output a little, we can save plenty of