Sure enough, in the selections that followed, Xiao Hua deliberately chose an extremely complex spatial fragment, one whose shape was nearly impossible to make out, like a cloud of cotton. Once they entered, let alone exotic beasts, there was not even a single flower or blade of grass within the space. There were only mountains, seawater, and bizarre weather! Xiao Hua drove the flying boat through that space for the time it took to burn an incense stick, and it was struck by lightning ten times, encountered three hailstorms, seven heavy rains, and six snowfalls. Of course, such harsh weather was merely a simple trial for cultivators and could not stop Xiao Hua and the others from traveling ever deeper into the meteor belt!
There was even less need to mention what came afterward. Under Xiao Hua's lead, the flying boat passed through more than a dozen spatial fragments in succession. Not only were Xu Zhi and Fairy Xingyue astonished, even the disciples of the Confucian cultivator families had their horizons broadened. Some of these fragments were filled with seawater, some were vast wildernesses, some were ranges of mountains, some were abandoned human realms, some were ruined Buddhist temples, and some were savage continents overrun by demonic beasts. There were even two occasions when they arrived in two inexplicable voids. These voids had none of the transmission passages Fairy Xingyue had described; they were composed entirely of lightning, thunderbolts, clouds, and mist. There was no land, no ocean, no humans, and no beasts. Yet strangely enough, none of the dozen or so spaces Xiao Hua passed through contained any particular danger, and everyone could be considered carefree along the way.
However, when the flying boat once again rushed into a space covered in green vines, Fairy Xingyue could no longer