While his subordinates took action, Fang Qianyuan did not remain idle. He slowly reached up, pulled off the cloak draped over his shoulders, and casually tossed it behind him.
Fang Lian, who stood attending below, caught it for him.
Fang Lian thoughtfully folded the cloak and draped it over her arm. When she looked up, she saw that Fang Qianyuan's feet had already floated clear of the tower platform. He rose slowly, soon passing the mast and arriving above the treasure ship.
The Wind Weasel, its entire body covered in black markings, had answered his summons at some point. With its four limbs spread flat like a cloud, it floated motionlessly beneath his feet.
Like Bighead, Iron General, and the other spirit creatures, this manifested spirit creature had been keeping pace with the fleet through its own abilities.
But since it was Fang Qianyuan's private property and was not on the Division Courtyard's roster, it enjoyed more freedom instead, often roaming freely within a thousand li of the fleet.
Over these past days, it had hunted far and wide, devouring demon beasts in the sea, and seemed to have benefited considerably. Even its body had grown a size larger, while blood baleful intent wreathed it from head to toe, filling it with formidable power.
Fang Qianyuan formed the Hand Seal of Unity, and an extraordinarily profound aura suddenly emanated from him, linking him with the Wind Weasel in the air. The Wind Weasel's body shuddered violently, its entire demonic form shaking as though it were about to come apart.
Fang Qianyuan poured spirit essence into it without cease, then used it as a conduit to disperse that essence into heaven and earth. Almost every breath, he released a terrifying, immeasurable quantity of origin energy, continuously levering the power of the