Night fell. Across the vast, boundless firmament, a silent and mysterious ocean of stars came into view, its immeasurable light cascading down like waves.
High in the sky, tens of thousands of feet in the air, a Tianzhou Skyboat of ancient design, shrouded in a heavy, brilliant glow, sped silently onward. In the blink of an eye, it vanished over the horizon.
On the spacious foredeck, Ling Changqing reclined on a lavish divan, a wine jar in hand. An azure jade table before him was laden with snacks and refreshments as he enjoyed the attentive service of his many beautiful companions, casually chatting with them about anecdotes from the Cultivation Realm.
"...This Ancient Spiritual Treasure is quite nice. It's incredibly fast, rivaling even some of the Dragon Race's heavy artifacts!"
