Across thousands of li, drifting clouds curled around the emerald peaks, and in the vast, clear sky, a solitary moon glided quietly overhead. Beneath the rolling clouds, three flying boats sped desperately across the endless stretch of green mountains, racing as if some unseen force were chasing them relentlessly from behind.0

Inside a quiet chamber aboard the Skyhawk Flying Boat, Luo Chen stared at the pile of storage pouches before him, unable to resist shaking his head.0

"What a pain in the ass!"0

The storage pouches of Duan Qiankun, Wang Haichao, Tu Shan, and even Huo Hu were now in his possession. But to his dismay, "in his possession" did not mean much.1

The storage pouches of low-tier cultivators were no real problem. They only had weak spirit power imprints that could be easily broken. But those belonging to Foundation Establishment cultivators were another matter entirely. Most of them were sealed with spirit consciousness imprints by their owners; the more cautious ones, like Duan Qiankun, had even layered on complex...0