The Profound Light Sect had left.
Yet from Gu Yuan's perspective, Zhang Wei was still docked nearby, looking incomparably busy.
The Great Ji Empire's research should have made progress.
Gu Yuan merely spared them a few extra glances. He was quite interested in this technological civilization.
But that was contingent on being able to break the Thought Seal placed upon them.
Only then would they be qualified to receive the teachings.
Forget it. If they would not travel together, then so be it.
He had left a contingency plan behind anyway.
The flying boat slowly departed.
Within the silent Dark Sea, the uniquely shaped flying boat of the Profound Light Sect began its voyage.
After their numbers had been drastically reduced twice.
The flying boat had now become incomparably quiet.
So quiet that it was somewhat terrifying.
Those who had originally held Mo Tianxing in respect now felt more fear and dread toward him.
None of them were fools.
A group went and died. Another group went and died.
Who would still dare provoke him so easily?
Besides, Mo Tianxing's cultivation had always been the highest.
No one chatted on deck. The nine people returned to their rooms and quietly began cultivating.
Mo Tianxing naturally saw all this.
He simply did not care.
Because he had done nothing.
Standing at the very front of the flying boat, Mo Tianxing's gaze was deep.
His cultivation was still rising, already nearing the realm of Nine Tribulations.
Once he crossed this step, things would become a little easier.
He was looking into the distance, and so was Gu Yuan.
There was no passage of time in the Old Sea.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Gu Yuan looked at Mo Tianxing before him. At this moment, the other