A green light flew out of Feng Feiyun’s dantian. A huge hundred-meter-long ship floated above his head. Half of it was covered by fog. Its eighteen rotten sails were fluttering in the sky like a warship from the ancient age.

Feiyun became even faster by channeling his Swift Samsara to the limit. His body turned into a gale as he flew past another mountain towards the north and entered a large marsh.

There were twenty-eight counties in the southern prefecture. Each was quite vast, and ordinary people would need several years to go from one end to another. Because of this, there were many forests and marshes as well as a few secret locations. If it wasn’t for the hegemon of the Jin Dynasty, each county could actually be divided into several dozen kingdoms or even a hundred.

Only powerful cultivators could easily cross one county to another. For an ordinary man, it was harder than reaching the heavens.

“Boom!” Ling Donglai unleashed his Eight Pure Formation...