High in the firmament, the view was open and stretched for a thousand li.
Across the azure sky, a spindle-shaped shuttle with two pointed ends streaked across the horizon, its speed astonishingly fast.
A layer of silver light coated the shuttle, shimmering and dancing under the sun, making it exceptionally dazzling.
A closer look would reveal that the shuttle moved without a sound. With every flicker, it traversed dozens of li. After just a few breaths, it vanished over the horizon.
A Fourth-rank Magical Artifact, the Ruyi Celestial Escape Shuttle.
The space inside the shuttle was spacious, its furnishings elegant and comfortable. Fang Cheng sat leisurely, contemplating the matter of the Ten Thousand Transformations Sect.
The information he had gleaned from Ruan San Niang's Spiritual Memory was quite limited.
The Master of Ten Thousand Transformations Sect had a mysterious background, lived a reclusive life, and rarely showed his face.
