The Immortal Ship raced at full speed through the Fusang Divine Tree, heading straight for the Forgotten River.
Throughout the journey, the mood among them was unbearably oppressive.
No one spoke.
Song Chi continued to mumble in agony, blood seeping from his mouth and nose in mottled streaks.
Xie Changsheng and Zhou Yan stood at the bow, their fists clenching ever tighter.
They both understood.
That terrifying Great Calamity that had nearly brought the Myriad Heavens and Worlds crashing down at once...
Somewhere beyond their sight, Si Chen must have suffered an unimaginable upheaval.
And now, with Song Chi's injuries... only that man beneath all of heaven could save his life.
At last, the Immortal Ship emerged from the Fusang Divine Tree and entered the Forgotten River's Starfield.
Without pausing for even a moment, the Immortal Ship broke through the clouds and landed in the square on Undying Mountain.
"Fellow Daoists."
Commander Han Ling did not disembark with them.
Standing at the bow, she watched them carefully lift Song Chi, then solemnly cupped her fist in salute.
"It would be improper for me to enter the Imperial Lord's residence. The Soaring Cloud Realm also needs me there to hold the fort."
"Fellow Daoist Song acted with great righteousness. Such generosity of spirit is rare across the ages. Heaven watches over good people; he will surely turn calamity into good fortune."
Xie Changsheng returned her salute. "Thank you for escorting us all this way, Commander Han. Take care."
Han Ling nodded without another word. With decisive swiftness, she turned the ship around and disappeared into the void once more.
The others withdrew their gazes. Xie Changsheng took a deep breath and, holding the blood-soaked Song Chi, hurried toward the Main Hall.
Yet the moment they stepped through Undying Mountain's Mountain