The Yinghuang Province extended along the Grand Affairs Misfortune Passing Mountain. The sky in the north was covered in dark clouds.
Amidst the waves of lightning and black clouds, it was as though the world had become one color at this moment. It was oppressive, like a huge cage.
No living beings inside could escape from this cage and could only silently endure the oppressiveness.
Heavy rain cascaded down, engulfing the ground and stirring up clouds of fog-like water vapor that spread in circles from the ground to the surroundings, invading everything.
In this torrential rain, a huge flying ship that was 30,000 feet long was whistling forward.
Its speed was so fast that it left sonic booms in its path.
From afar, it looked like an azure dragon swimming in the sky.
Especially when its shape was similar to a dragon.
At the bow of the ship, there were two long dragon whiskers that fluttered in the wind. They shone with a dim light that was probing the surroundings.
In the flying ship, Xu Qing was dressed in a purple Daoist robe with golden embellishments. His hair was tied up with a light reddish-white streamer. He was looking into the distance through the rain with his hands against the railing of the ship.
His vision was hazy. Right now, the entire world seemed to have been split open from the primordial chaos and was boundless.
Looking at this scene from afar, he couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance.
This reminded Xu Qing of the ancient bronze door he had seen in the Corpse Forbidden and the existences in other areas he had spied on through the Taboo magic treasure.
They seemed to have parasitized this world and all living beings became nutrients for them.
Xu Qing sighed softly and retracted his thoughts.
It had been half a month since they left the Eight Sects Alliance.
In this half a month, other than cultivating, he spent most of his time standing on the bow and looking into the distance. He felt some special feelings about this long trip.
There was anticipation, melancholy, and other complexity.
The anticipation was because he would start a new life in an unfamiliar place next. He had walked from a corner of the Nanhuang Continent to the Seven Blood Eyes and then to the Yinghuang Province. The place he was going to now was a place that ordinary people wouldn't be able to reach in their entire lives.
The capital of a county.
The melancholy was because… of Mount Morning Glow.
He yearned to reach it immediately and was also nervous about seeing the graves with his own eyes.
These emotions intertwined and became complex.
After a long time, he looked at the small seal in his hand. This item was only the size of a fingernail and was completely black. There were some ferocious beast patterns carved on it and they were very exquisite.
He had completely studied and understood the small seal the ancestor had given him in this half a month.
This was a powerful weapon that mainly focused on killing. Once it was used, it possessed the ability to cause massive damage.
However, he could not activate it directly with his Golden Core cultivation. He needed to nurture it for a long time before he could instantly activate it..
The nourishment was finished in this half a month. The moment he kept it after playing with it, someone walked out of the cabin and came to Xu Qing's side.
"Greetings, Lord Fifth." Xu Qing cupped his fists and bowed.
The person who came was an old woman. She was the Peak Lord of the Seven Blood Eyes' Fifth Peak. She wore a green robe and had an aged face. Her hair was gray but her eyes were very bright.
The old woman looked at Xu Qing and smiled.
She acknowledged this disciple who had brought much glory to the Seven Blood Eyes from the bottom of her heart. Looking at Xu Qing, she seemed to be able to see the future of the Seven Blood Eyes.
Hence, she tried her best to look gentle.
It was just that after many years of studying yin formations, she naturally emitted a coldness, so much so that even her smile contained a gloominess.
"Your heart isn't calm."
The old woman looked into Xu Qing's eyes. She could sense that there seemed to be waves in the heart of this disciple in front of her.
"In a person's life, there will always be farewells, long journeys, and uncontrollable emotions. Outsiders can't help you with this. Only you can help yourself by trying to understand it. You're still young. Treat this journey as taking a look at the foreign customs."
"There are 13 provinces in Fenghai County, and the Yinghuang Province is located in the southernmost part. Next, we'll pass through four provinces and reach the capital of Fenghai County."
"The situation in each province is also different. Although the human race is the main race, there are also many nonhuman races." The old woman smiled, still exuding heavy gloominess.
"Lord Fifth, will this journey take eight months?" Xu Qing cupped his fists and thanked the old woman for her comfort before asking softly.
"That's right. I came to tell you about this."
"This time, we will borrow the help of seven public teleportation points, three unusual paths, and three months of desert flight before we reach the capital. Calculating the time, it should be exactly eight months. For the sake of safety, keep the route a secret."
After saying that, the old woman patted Xu Qing's shoulder.
"Xu Qing, before we came, the ancestor and your master told me that when we reach the county capital, if there's anything you need me to do, just let me know. I'm not good at fighting, but I'm good at killing with arrays."
The gloominess contained in the smile of Lord Fifth was even more obvious at this moment, revealing a bloody intent.
Xu Qing wasn't surprised. The style of the Seven Blood Eyes had always been , and the directions of the two extremes of the Dao of array formations were different. Clearly, Lord Fifth was good at evil array formations and focused on killing.
"Thank you, Lord Fifth." Xu Qing cupped his fists and bowed.
At the same time, when the torrential rain scattered down on the human world, a person in a straw rain cape stood beside an isolated grave in the Grand Affairs Misfortune Passing Mountain.
He silently stood in the heavy rain, allowing the rain to fall on his body.