Central Province, the Heavenly Derivation Sect's Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.
An immense ship burst through the clouds, revealing its fearsome form.
Around this mountain-sized vessel, ritual arrays lay scattered like stars, with vast currents of spiritual power coursing through them to form a pale blue wake. It was truly a magnificent sight.
Affairs at Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge had temporarily been entrusted to Li Yingling. There was nothing particularly important there anyway; even if she botched things, they would only have to rebuild.
They had brought no additional disciples either. Who knew whether this trip would be dangerous? Since Bai Xuanling had said nothing, they had simply brought none.
As for Chu Xingchen, he had already reached the Heavenly Derivation Sect by following the information in the talisman.
Chu Xingchen stood on the highest deck of this enormous vessel, gazing at its magnificent pale blue wake with a trace of envy in his eyes.
It really was so cool.
As expected of one of the Eighteen Immortal Sects. What an impressive display.
Chu Xingchen felt the railing, then gave it a pat.
"What? Do you really like this ship?"
Bai Xuanling's teasing voice sounded behind Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen turned to look. Bai Xuanling's expression was calm, and her gaze was also directed toward the spiritual power exhaust trailing behind the ship.
"Of course I do. This thing must have cost a fortune."
"Of course it did. Even the Heavenly Derivation Sect felt the strain of building this thing back then. Some thought we should build it, while others thought it was a waste. This was purely spending money on the knife's handle rather than its edge."
Halfway through, Bai Xuanling seemed to recall something. She chuckled and continued:
"Back then, many among the Eighteen Immortal Sects were building them. This ship