Yi Feng quietly and inconspicuously stepped aboard the flying boat.
The three of them were still meditating, looking almost as though they were about to become Buddhas.
He was more than happy to see such calm composure.
As long as there was a chance to slack off, who cared whether they were meditating or doing something else?
The lingering fragrance of tea still rested on his lips. Going along with the mood, Yi Feng casually sat down in the flying boat and mimicked the experts' posture as he meditated, like an office worker clocking in for the day.
The flying boat sped onward once more, while the world around them had already turned pitch-black.
Two days flashed by.
The flying boat had not paused for even a moment, racing who knew how far through the Black Domain.
This dark and sinister world seemed boundless. Yet as they went deeper, the black mist between heaven and earth grew thicker and thicker, until one could barely see a hundred meters ahead.
Even a Saint would have been unable to make out the road ahead here.
The silent Black Domain resembled an endless night. Apart from the sinister cold wind brushing past their ears, there were no ordinary living creatures in sight, nor the faintest trace of green.
Heaven and earth were barren, the thick fog black as ink.
The only things visible were vague colossal shadows darting through the surrounding black mist. Some swept past like Kunpeng racing across the sky, others drifted by like ghosts and phantoms. Their forms could not be seen clearly, and the terror of the unknown clung to the air.
At last, the flying boat came to a stop in midair.
The three Star Visitors formed hand seals, and faint radiance gathered around them like a thin