Several days later.
Xia Ping silently left Thunder City without letting anyone know.
After leaving Thunder City, he took out the Star Ship he carried with him, boarded it, and flew into the distance.
"Master, yes, fly northeast. I can sense that the Dragon World is in that direction. It seems to be quite a distance from the Thunder Sea Region."
The artifact spirit of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman directed the Star Ship's course.
"By the way, Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman, do you have a name?"
Xia Ping asked.
"No. Perhaps I had one before, but I have almost completely lost my memories, so I have no name now," the artifact spirit of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman replied.
Xia Ping stroked his chin. "All right, then I'll give you a name. It'll be easier to remember in the future. From now on, you'll be called Ao Wu."
"Thank you, Master."
The artifact spirit of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman nodded excitedly. Its sense of belonging toward Xia Ping rose to another level.
This voyage lasted a full three months.
During that time, the Star Ship crossed who knew how many sea regions and evaded who knew how many cosmic storms. At last, it approached the location of the Dragon World—a remote, desolate sea region.
This nameless sea region was also within the Strange District, but because resources were scarce, practically no one came here.
"Is it here?"
Xia Ping asked.
He looked around. The area was barren in every direction, and the sea was dotted with countless isolated islands. Yet none of those islands possessed any resources or value.
No wonder no race came here. It was utterly uninhabited.
Even within the resource-rich Strange District, there were in fact quite a few places more impoverished than the