The flying ship tore across the sky, leaving a distinct trail through the murky black mist.
The blazing sun high above grew ever brighter. Once the black origin qi had completely dispersed, dazzling sunlight fell across Song Wen's face.
Song Wen was briefly lost in a daze. Only at this moment had he truly emerged from the Source-Qi Death Domain.
"Lei Yue, what are you staring blankly for?" Qiao Mengyu asked beside him, somewhat displeased.
"Seeing the blazing sun, I suddenly thought of my late master for some reason. I hope Fellow Daoist Qiao will forgive me." Song Wen abruptly came back to his senses, his face full of apology. "What did Fellow Daoist Qiao just say?"
Qiao Mengyu raised her slender hand, where a wisp of lightning flickered in her palm.
She cultivated Thunder Arts as well, but her talent for them was mediocre, and their power was limited.
"I asked whether you know of any way to increase the power of Thunder Arts?"
"Fellow Daoist Qiao overestimates me," Song Wen said. "I am but a Rogue Cultivator. How could I know any method to enhance the power of Thunder Arts? I suppose one can only gain deeper insight through contemplation and diligent practice, or refine lightning-attributed magical treasures. Other than that, I truly cannot think of any other way."
Throughout the journey, Qiao Mengyu had kept him company with idle conversation, and the two had grown considerably more familiar.
From Qiao Mengyu's scattered remarks, Song Wen had also gleaned quite a bit of information, gaining a preliminary understanding of this region.
This region was known as Southern Nether Province. It was vast and boundless, with spiritual qi surging like tides, nurturing countless heavenly treasures and rare materials, while also giving rise to innumerable cultivation forces, large and small.