After a bout of horseplay, the atmosphere lightened considerably. Bai Xiaotian comforted Gu Hualing, saying, "Don't worry. Brother Lu is blessed by fortune and will be fine. With the three of us acting together, could we really fail to save him?"
Gu Hualing's pale complexion had improved greatly since yesterday. He managed a faint smile and nodded.
With a wave of Shen Luo's hand, a blue-green flying ship appeared before them. It was carved with cloud patterns and covered in a faint shimmering light, clearly no ordinary treasure.
"This is the Lingxiao Flying Ship the Imperial Preceptor gave me. He said it can reach Northern Uttarakuru Continent in seven days. That doesn't leave you much time to recuperate on the way, so focus on recovering from your injuries," Shen Luo said.
"Alright." Gu Hualing nodded.
With that, the three boarded the ship and rode the wind, transforming into a streak of light that vanished beyond the horizon.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
Shen Luo and the others traveled through the sea of clouds high in the sky aboard the Lingxiao Flying Ship, with Northern Uttarakuru Continent already visible in the distance.
"The situation doesn't look good," Shen Luo said hesitantly as he stood at the bow.
Bai Xiaotian also frowned deeply, his face filled with concern.
Several thousand zhang ahead of them, ink-black storm clouds churned through the heavens, blanketing an expanse of air stretching ten thousand li. Dense demonic qi and a powerful, bloody baleful aura emanated from within.
Gu Hualing, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them and looked in that direction in surprise.
"When I fled from here some days ago, it wasn't like this yet. Now, it seems that all of Northern Uttarakuru Continent has been