After the White Boat entered the inner-layer entrance, turbulent currents of cloud and mist flickering with lightning appeared outside.
Zhang Yu looked out. When he had left the inner layer two years ago, he had ridden aboard a giant vessel dispatched by the Profound Court, and had not felt much at the time.
Yet this time, as he personally guided the White Boat back from the outer layer to the inner layer, he experienced an exceptionally peculiar sensation.
He felt as if he were breaking free from a sluggish, muddy pond and entering a vast ocean where he could race unhindered.
For a time, it was as though some restraint had been cast off him. His qi and mental strength grew more lively, and the deeper he went into the inner layer, the more pronounced that feeling became.
No wonder the various forces of the outer layer went to every conceivable length to invade the inner layer. Setting all else aside, merely in terms of cultivation, cultivators clearly found it easier to reach higher realms in the inner layer.
From this alone, regardless of their original motives, those cultivators who had gone to the outer layer had undoubtedly made a sacrifice for Celestial Xia.
At that moment, the flying vessel grew slightly lighter, as if it had shed some burden.
He raised his head and looked overhead. There was an enormous vortex-shaped cloud layer there. This entrance between the inner and outer layers would normally take the initiative to draw in nearby people or objects. That change just now likely meant they had completely left the influence of this region.
Yet the White Boat was still surrounded by a hazy expanse of mist. This was the effect of the Turbid Tide, which made it impossible to see farther afield.
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