About half an hour later.
A black shadow appeared somewhere to the right-front of the Floating Sky City.
It was the black spiritual shadow of Yu Hong's “Black-Black Spirit.”
On the surface of the Black-Black Spirit, a bright layer of golden light shimmered constantly, releasing a simple communication signal.
The Floating Sky City responded to the signal, indicating it was received.
Soon, Yu Hong's figure reappeared among the five great councillors.
“All right, everyone, please follow me! The situation here is a bit different from what the map shows. The scale of the Floating Sky City is too large, so we have to take a detour and travel a longer route. Because of this, we might encounter some danger at first, so I ask everyone to hold on a bit longer,” he explained seriously.
“All right, we trust you, Lord Zhengrou,” Council Chair Nidgedon nodded.
“Good!” Yu Hong affirmed.
Quickly, the Black-Black Spirit turned ahead, charging straight into an unknown region of the torn winds on the left side.
The Floating Sky City followed closely behind.
The two, one large and one small, slowly vanished into the countless streams of colorful flood flowing in the skies.
Inside the Wuxin Belt.