This item was precisely the Ghost Gauze Cloud that little Daoist Baoguang had lent Yu Ci on the night before he left Zhixin Temple. It was an extremely useful tool; although merely at the craftsman-tool level, to a certain degree it proved even more practical than some magical instruments.
Yu Ci chanted a spell formula, tossing the Ghost Gauze Cloud into the surrounding mist. Within this moisture-laden space, the Ghost Gauze Cloud rapidly expanded, measuring five feet across in the blink of an eye. Yu Ci hoisted Monk Zhengyan onto it, the blood seeping from the man's body instantly staining a patch of the "cloud" red.
I hope Baoguang won't be angry!
Yu Ci shook his head with a smile and jumped on as well, beginning to pilot the Ghost Gauze Cloud. Maintaining a distance of about ten zhang from the cliff face, he slowly ascended.
The Ghost Gauze Cloud accelerated very slowly, but once accelerated to its limit, it could sustain a high speed of three hundred li per hour, absolutely inferior to no spirit cultivator's full-speed dash. With this tool, flying over the remaining twenty li of the journey seemed a very easy matter, yet Yu Ci appeared even more cautious than before.
The speed increased sluggishly. Yu Ci kept his gaze fixed on the Zhaoshen Map, constantly adjusting his course to ensure that no frenzied large raptors lay along the path of the Ghost Gauze Cloud's advance.
At this very moment, those huge impacts within the cold current—stabbing like spears or rolling like sea tides—had become relatively sparse, but the surging power beneath them was even greater, causing the advancing speed of the cold current to increase rapidly.
The faster the cold current advanced, the more restless grew the emotions of all kinds of creatures above it.