Yu Zhizhi returned to her room.
This was an active-duty warship of the Deep Sea, far more advanced than the converted passenger ship from last time.
Each room had a round porthole.
The bed against the wall was soft and warm. Though not spacious, the room was well-equipped. The ship-wide climate control regulated the air temperature and humidity, making it perfect for resting.
She sat on the bed and pulled down the built-in wooden desk, trying to recall how to enter the Divine Hall Illusion Realm.
Yu Zhizhi vaguely remembered the letter from the Divine Hall Alliance. It was from a temple messenger calling himself Zero. The letter had been very sincere, but she'd been sidetracked by too many other things since then…
As for the Spell she needed, Yu Zhizhi found it was already etched deep in her memory; it came to mind the moment she tried to recall it.
She found a white candle.
She placed it on the wooden desk.
