“Senior Sister, slow down for a moment!” Fang Chen called out to Xie Aman suddenly via transmission.0

Xie Aman’s Immortal Boat was moving far too quickly. By the time he spoke, the familiar terrain he had just seen had already vanished. The Immortal Boat Formation hadn’t even been activated, yet they were already covering hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant.0

The Black Dragon glided for quite a distance before finally coming to a steady halt.0

Xie Aman looked at Fang Chen with some curiosity. “Ninth Brother, what’s the matter?” 0

The others didn’t react much. The Immortal Boat l had stopped and started multiple times along the journey. They were used to it.0

A small map formed from condensed immortal energy appeared in Fang Chen’s palm. He showed it to Xie Aman. “Senior Sister,...0