The nether moon hung high, spilling red moonlight over the land.
A deep-blue Metal Flying Vessel sped through the skies of the Netherworld, the silver-white magic patterns on its hull flickering in the dim light, a pale-blue trail of flame streaming from its stern.
The Flying Boat's destination was Ghost Soul Prefecture, at the westernmost end of the Netherworld Continent. Setting out from North Bone Prefecture and crossing several prefecture territories, even this Metal Flying Vessel custom-made by a Gnomes Master would need at least twenty years to reach it.
Inside the Flying Boat, the Azure Robe Wind Element Loa sat at the helm, controlling the Metal Lifeform.
His Spiritual Force and Divine Power occasionally nudged the controls, but most of the time, he let the Flying Boat fly automatically along its preset route.
Ten years. A full ten years had passed since Yilikasi's death.
Throughout those ten years, his original body had remained in secluded cultivation, consolidating the sword intent of "Great Annihilation · Return to the Void," while his three Divine Clones took turns controlling the Metal Lifeform.
At his level of cultivation, simply training hard no longer held much meaning. What mattered more was understanding the essence of the laws and allowing that understanding to settle.
"Boss, we've been in the Netherworld for thirty years now. I wonder how things are on the Yulan Continent. Have Bebe and the others already left for Hell?" Wangcai leaned against a porthole in utter boredom, gazing at the night sky outside.
He was beginning to miss the green mountains and clear waters of the Yulan Continent, the familiar streets of Xunzhen City, and the roasted Nether-Horned Rhino ribs at Water Moon Pavilion. Although those were Netherworld food too, at least they looked better than the wasteland outside.
Loa smiled faintly