Over the nearly boundless East Sea, a pitch-black flying boat skimmed across the surface at breakneck speed.
Its sleek, elongated hull was etched with dense dragon-scale patterns. It had neither the thick cannon barrels of Federation Soul Guidance fighters nor roaring Soul Guidance Engines. Instead, the dragon-shaped formation inscriptions beneath it absorbed the spiritual essence of heaven and earth for propulsion. It moved like a bolt of black lightning, cleaving through the sea and dragging a long white wake behind it.
Lan Jinghe stood at the bow, her purple-black hair whipping wildly in the sea wind, fine arcs of lightning dancing between the strands. One hand rested on the railing as she lowered her gaze to inspect the flying boat beneath her feet, her eyes full of curiosity.
"You Dragon Fighting Plane people actually have methods like this?"
She turned and looked at Zhong Shenxiu, who stood behind her with his hands clasped behind his back.
The flying boat looked unremarkable, yet it was thirty percent faster than the Federation's finest Soul Guidance fighters. Even the airflow above the sea had been sliced perfectly apart, and when her god-level perception spread outward, the dragon patterns on the hull quietly dispersed its force.
This thing was far more useful than the Holy Spirit Cult's old floating warship.
Zhong Shenxiu chuckled and took two steps forward, stopping beside her. The sea wind lifted the hem of his black robes, and his pale golden vertical pupils carried a hint of casual indifference. "There's much more you don't know. Even after achieving godhood, your horizons are no more than a single plane."
There was a natural note of smugness in his tone, along with confidence he could not conceal.
Lan Jinghe immediately rolled her beautiful eyes, turned back to the sea, and could not