The boat ran entirely on the power poured into it.
Whether magic power, qi and blood, the power of Gu insects, or sheer physical strength, it devoured anything that was power.
It barely responded to the might of an ordinary Nascent Soul middle-stage cultivator, moving at an unremarkable speed; but when all three exerted themselves together, unleashing Great Cultivator-level might or even the power of laws, the boat became a wild horse freed of its reins, its speed soaring.
The faster they traveled and the farther inward they went, the less pressure this place exerted on their divine souls; if they stalled or moved slowly, their divine sense continued to drain away under that pressure.
"Fellow Daoist Five Gu," Qing Sanxiao withdrew his magic power and looked at Five Gu True Lord. "Of the three of us, you seem to be the only one unable to break through the spirit-severing qi here."
Hearing Qing Sanxiao's words, Five Gu looked up, a wry smile appearing on his aged face. "Alas, my Gu Tribe is partly to blame for not knowing about this beforehand. In this place, I don't even dare use much magic power. If I kept pushing, it would suck me dry within days."
Seeing the atmosphere grow somewhat strained, Qing Chen, who stood to one side, spoke directly. "In that case, Elder Qing and I will take turns handling the task of restoring magic power. As for driving the boat, all three of us will take turns, but Fellow Daoist Five Gu will have to contribute a little more effort."
Qing Sanxiao stroked his beard and nodded. "An excellent solution. I was just about to suggest it, but Sect Leader Qing beat me to it."
Five Gu True Lord nodded as well. "No objections from me. As long as