Over the outer seas of Eastern Court, Chen Song glanced out from the flying vessel, then turned back and said, "Master Craftsman Hu, Master Craftsman Wang, Master Craftsman An, we have reached the site."
The two master craftsmen seated within looked at each other, then both rose and walked to the edge of the cabin wall. At that moment, the wall became transparent as if it had melted away, revealing the scene below.
Set into the vast ocean was an island shaped like a bull's horn. Dense, murky mist shrouded the island, concealing its full outline. Only at its southeastern corner could they see a huge crater. Looking down from above, its depths were dark and unfathomable, vaguely seeming capable of swallowing anything that entered it.
Out of caution, Master Craftsman Hu asked, "Daoist Chen, is this the place?"
Chen Song said, "This is it. We discovered a place where alien gods have entrenched themselves. These past few days, they have often come out to trouble our passing flying vessels. We had originally planned to wipe out this place, but I thought it would serve well as a testing ground for the weapons created by you two."
Master Craftsman Hu said, "Then all the better." He walked over to his seat, first taking out and putting on a pair of protective spectacles. He then produced a metal case he carried with him. After placing it on the table and opening it, he carefully took out a glass tube containing a great deal of fine silver-white powder that gave off a faint glow.
An Xiaolang could not help but feel eager to try. "Master Craftsmen, let me throw it."
The other master craftsman, Wang, smiled. "Master Craftsman An, leave it to us. Master Craftsman Guo has already made an exception by