Dense desolate mist filled the sky. Though it was noon, barely any light shone through.
The gloomy sky cast an oppressive pall over the deck.
With the spiritual energy aboard the Ancient Wilderness Ark so abundant, some cultivators chose not to miss this excellent opportunity to cultivate.
Others, however, thought little of spending these months aboard the ark and came out onto the deck to record the route.
Though this was not particularly useful, if something really did happen, they would at least have a direction to follow.
Meanwhile, some cultivators from minor factions dreamed of their own factions one day becoming Body Integration Factions, possessing Ancient Wilderness Arks, and opening their own routes across the Wildlands Continent.
Ye Jingzhong happened to be among them, though he was not there to memorize the route. Wu Shengjing had called him out.
"Fellow Daoist Chong, what inspired you to invite me out to admire the desolate mist today?" Ye Jingzhong actually did want to stay and watch a while longer.
This would be useful to the Ye Family.
Unlike the others, although he had not been out on deck, he had still used his divine sense to record the route. He simply could not see farther or record it in greater detail.
After all, there were quite a few Void Refinement cultivators aboard the ark. He could not release his divine sense without restraint, and to ensure the Ancient Wilderness Ark's safety, divine sense could not extend beyond a certain range.
Otherwise, the Astral Mystery Sect's enforcement cultivators might even throw him off the Ancient Wilderness Ark.
There were too many high-ranking alien beings in the Wildlands Continent, and probing with divine sense was something they disliked.
"Fellow Daoist Chong, I was thinking this trip to the Wildlands Continent is bound to