Whoosh!
Several days later, the Dripping Water sailed through the void. It had already left Storm Island behind and entered the boundless emptiness, weaving freely through this stormy sea region.
Along the way, they occasionally encountered terrifying cosmic storms sweeping toward them, capable of destroying heaven and earth. Fortunately, the Dripping Water was also a Saint-Grade Spaceship—extremely sturdy and incredibly fast—allowing it to avoid the destructive force of those storms.
So far, their journey had been fairly safe, and they had not encountered any danger.
"There are a lot of wreckages around us."
Through the spaceship's virtual projection, Xia Ping observed the scene outside.
Massive amounts of spaceship wreckage, meteorites, fragments of magical artifacts, and more floated through the surrounding void like enormous heaps of garbage, becoming obstacles in their path.
The Dripping Water carefully avoided these obstacles, slithering through the area.
"It is said that countless great battles once took place near Storm Island. Even Middle Ancient Saints once fell here," Dripping Water Saint said, sharing the intelligence he knew. "As a result, the surrounding islands were smashed apart and turned into countless meteorite fragments scattered throughout this void.
"Moreover, the island continents of the Strange District are extraordinarily cold and hard. Even the power of Immortal Saints cannot easily shatter them, and they can withstand the spatial storms of this sea region. That is why so much wreckage remains."
"Look, there are so many spaceship wrecks and artifact fragments over there. There might be treasures among them. Why don't we go pick them up?"
Golden Wind Saint offered his suggestion, pointing at the floating cosmic garbage. He felt that they might have a chance of finding some secret treasure among it.
"Don't be foolish."
Dark Fire Saint waved a hand. "If those wreckages really contained treasures, they would