What a Golden Age of Cultivation We Had Caught

Shan Zhuo's eyes lit up. All at once, Chen Xun and the others looked far more pleasing to him.

He could not set up hundreds of formations layered atop one another with such methods, nor did he believe Void Refinement cultivators would come here merely to boast.

He stepped forward a few paces. "Fellow Daoist Chen Xun, let's talk as we walk. Once you join the Yellow-Character Dragon Position formation foundation, we'll be family from now on. If you encounter danger in the Land of Void, send out a signal, and aid will come from all eight directions."

"Haha, let's go, Fellow Daoist Shan. Please, lead the way."

"Everyone, please!"

"Moo moo~~"

They walked side by side toward a broad passageway, with Shan Zhuo leading them along.

At the same time, Black Bull raised a hoof and instantly put away the Boundary-Breaking Boat. The fluctuations of every formation vanished in an instant.

Shan Zhuo's gaze narrowed slightly as he gave Black Bull another look. A master of the formation Dao!

Little Crane, meanwhile, gazed around with curiosity in her eyes. All around them was the void's darkness—there was neither sun nor moon, neither warmth nor temperature, only a bone-chilling, deathly stillness permeating the air.

Yet the interior of the Firmament Dao Rail Central Hub was simply far too enormous. Spiritual energy scattered down in every direction, carrying an air of pristine purity that lent a different shade of color to this cold and silent Land of Void.

Buzz—buzz—

Powerful spatial fluctuations suddenly came from above them. Massive warships of all kinds swept overhead, shuttling toward another region.

Treasure ships over a thousand zhang long could be seen everywhere here. But speaking of materials, Mengwood truly was not bad. Spatial vessels made from such material could be seen even at the