"Heavenly Mechanism City is still some distance from here. Take my Flying Swallow Boat; it will be faster," Yan Wushi said, leaping onto the bow of the flying boat with his back to Shen Luo.
"Then I'll accept rather than stand on ceremony." Shen Luo recalled the Ghost General into his Cosmic Bag and leaped aboard without further ado.
The others boarded one after another. Yan Wushi formed a hand seal and pointed at the flying boat. The green spiritual patterns along its hull blazed with light, and it shot through the air like a green rainbow. Everything around them blurred, racing backward.
Shen Luo's eyes widened. To think a Puppet Armor flying boat could reach such a speed-it was far faster than even his sword flight at full strength.
Moreover, his divine sense detected quite clearly that the green flying boat consumed none of Yan Wushi's magic power. All its propulsion came from within the hull, though several powerful restrictions blocked him from probing what exactly lay inside.
Of course, Yan Wushi was not doing nothing. He was continuously using his divine sense to control the boat's flight.
Yan Wushi's divine sense was entirely different from that of Shen Luo and the others. It was far more condensed, almost semiphysical, and exceptionally sensitive. The instant Shen Luo quietly extended his divine sense to investigate, Yan Wushi's reacted.
So these are Heavenly Mechanism City's methods? Shen Luo wondered.
The green flying boat sped onward for half an hour before a vast oasis appeared ahead amid the desert, and the boat slowly came to a stop.
Shen Luo looked at the oasis ahead. His gaze flickered briefly, then quickly settled.
Yan Wushi took out a white token and gripped it with both hands, pouring magic power into it. A broad swath