You followed the Night-Traveling Boat summoned by Danling. A ripple passed through space, and you found yourself in another part of the world.
In the space of a few breaths, you had traveled thousands of miles.
This was the power of space!
Such abilities had all but vanished from this age. Even Storage Bags survived only in ruins from Ancient Antiquity; no artifact-refining sect could make them anymore.
Every one was a treasure beyond price. Each one used was one fewer left in the world.
Whether among the Righteous Dao, the Demon Sect, or Outer Dao lineages, not a single manual or record mentioned spatial abilities.
Yet the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury was steeped in their traces: the Langya Heavenly Realm, this independent space carved out of the world, and the teleportation arrays scattered everywhere.
Even the Night-Traveling Boat Danling piloted held a hint of space's mysteries.
You could not help asking, "Were spatial arts already so widespread in Ancient Antiquity?"
"How many spatial arrays still remain in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury?"
Lord Purple Mountain looked at the Night-Traveling Boat and shook his head slightly. "Such abilities were exceedingly rare even in Ancient Antiquity."
"Among the True Spirits, only Taotie and the legendary Torch Dragon, one of the Ancestral Dragons, had any grasp of them."
Danling lowered his fingers from the spell gesture. The Night-Traveling Boat eased out of the spatial passage, slowed, and stopped.
He spoke calmly. "There is something you do not know, Fellow Daoist Zhou."
"The Heavenly Emperor—my father—had mastered spatial abilities to their utmost."
Lord Purple Mountain nodded and added, "In Ancient Antiquity, the Heavenly Emperor could have roamed the world freely even without founding the Heavenly Court. Every race would have welcomed him as an honored guest."
You nodded, understanding. That explained the desiccated corpse before