Beyond the round window, howling Gang winds swept and churned in vast torrents.
They lashed the blue heavens into chaos, surging high-
From afar, they resembled a long dragon entrenched among the layered skies, darkening heaven and earth, casting a bleak pall over light and air.
Even the clouds and mist within a hundred miles had been swept into a muddy chaos, wheeling and circulating, their forms no longer distinguishable-
This was the sight Chen Heng saw when he rose inside his cabin.
Though the Flying Vessel he occupied was an immortal Talisman Artifact, it amounted to little before such mighty forces of nature.
It was merely a small boat tossed up and down upon an immense ocean, pitching with the wind and waves.
Utterly insignificant.
And in danger of capsizing at any moment.
"This spiritual energy still falls far short of Xiaoming Great Marsh, but it surpasses the Southern Territory by who knows how much..."
Chen Heng saw that the mountains and everything else below appeared and disappeared, hazy and indistinct.
He raised a hand, drew over a wisp of spiritual energy, and absorbed it into his body. His brows lifted involuntarily as he fell into thought.
Seven full days had passed since he left Xiyi Mountain and the Flying Vessel sailed out of Xiaoming Great Marsh.
During those seven days.
They had crossed marshlands, traversed great rivers, passed over mountains, and flown through seas of mountain mist-
There was no telling how far they had traveled.
Although the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had fallen by more than a notch in both quality and quantity after they left Xiaoming Great Marsh, compared with the Southern Territory, this place was still like a blessed land or Grotto-Heaven.
And when the Flying Vessel plunged into this region shrouded by