Ao Jun smiled. "Then many thanks to Fairy Chu. In this attack on Spirit Island, no matter how you look at it, your human race will be doing most of the work." He had actually entertained this notion from the start, but at the time, he had not known that Spirit Island's inheritance ran so deep. He had feared provoking a human backlash and pressure elsewhere.
Chu Jiaoling said, "Your Majesty is too courteous. This time, our human and demon races are joining hearts and strength; naturally, we should share the spoils of war." She had long since calculated that Spirit Island's inheritance mostly concerned artifact refinement, talisman crafting, and pill concoction. The Demon Race had few experts in these three fields; even if they obtained related secret arts, they would be no better than blank sheets of paper. Thus, she was happy to be generous. Dragon Palace would owe her a favor, and when it came time to divide the treasures, Dragon Palace would naturally be too embarrassed to contend too fiercely, allowing the human race to claim more treasures.
Both sides harbored their own schemes, yet what came from their mouths was all talk of the lives of the East Sea, the human and demon races, and so on. The giant ship continued speeding onward. After traveling several thousand li, another expanse of dense fog appeared ahead. This fog was so thick that even hurricanes could not disperse it. Lightning within it could only faintly reveal a trace of its glow.
Even Ascension Stage Cultivators like Chu Jiaoling had never ventured this deep into the eye of the storm. She looked toward Ao Jun, but he too shook his head. "This place is far too dangerous. Even True Dragons would not lightly venture into such peril, so I