The next day, one large and one small flying boat moved out of the Xuantian Dao Sect, going directly to the eastern sea.

Long Chen stood alone at the prow of the boat. The barrier had already been activated. Seeing the mountains rapidly going past him down below, he had a strange feeling.

Yesterday, he had been called over by the Xuan Master to discuss a few things. Only after the two of them had chatted did Long Chen realize he had misjudged the Xuan Master.

In Long Chen’s heart, the Xuan Master had been a completely unrivaled hero, someone who was upright and virtuous. He hadn’t expected that he was wrong.

When they had talked about the huge gamble he had made against the Heaven Suppressing Magic Sect, Long Chen had asked the Xuan Master whether or not he had been worried about losing.

The Xuan Master’s reply was that he hadn’t been the slightest bit worried. Even if he had lost, it would have been fine. A problem had occurred in the spirit stone mine he had gambled. They had suddenly found an extremely thick rock stratum.

That layer was hundreds of miles thick, and it covered far too much land. It was impossible to avoid. If they wanted to continue mining, they would have to break through it.

But breaking through such a thick layer...