Under Gu Yuan's control, everything aboard the Flower Boat began returning to normal.
The previously shattered space began to coalesce.
The full-length mirror could operate smoothly even without Gu Yuan's consciousness present; its purpose simply was no longer as clear as before.
Each time it invited someone else in, it needed a certain cooldown period.
Perfect. Gu Yuan could use this time to return to the Old Sea for a look.
Old Sea.
Outer Sea.
Middle Ring.
Aboard the Profound Light Sect's flying vessel.
Mo Tianxing stood at the front, gazing into the distance.
So much time had passed in the blink of an eye, yet that junior brother still had not returned.
What exactly was that Flower Boat?
His heart filled with reverence for the Old Sea, Mo Tianxing let out a sigh.
He was only at the first stage of the Ninth Tribulation now, like a mayfly.
"Senior Brother."
A young disciple stood behind Mo Tianxing and spoke cautiously.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxing did not turn around. His gaze rested upon the depths of the Old Sea as he gently shook his head.
"Let's go. He must have fallen."
They had waited here for so long; they could not remain docked here forever.
He was not merely a disciple of the Profound Light Sect. He also bore a more important mission: spreading the teachings.
Though the road of spreading the teachings was exceedingly rugged, especially lately, when it had fallen into a predicament,
he still could not simply lie flat.
His worth needed to be seen.
Only once he was seen would the road ahead become smoother, whether in the Profound Light Sect or among those who spread the teachings.
The flying vessel resumed its voyage.
Gu Yuan had also temporarily returned to this place, drifting idly through