The days on the flying ship passed with an almost surreal tranquility.
Feng Yuan's treasure cut through the skies of the Northern Territory at a constant speed, protected by the barrier of runes that blocked the cutting wind and kept the deck stable. The sun rose and set on the horizon, painting the clouds in gold, red, and purple. Below, the landscape changed slowly. Dense forests gave way to vast plains, then to snow-covered mountain ranges and, finally, to warmer regions with wide rivers and deep valleys.
Kyrian spent most of his time sitting in the same place, eyes half-closed, meditating. Sometimes, he opened his eyes and observed the horizon. Other times, he simply remained in silence, feeling the Qi flow through the two cores within his eyes. He did not train anything openly, the space was limited, but he mentally reviewed the formations he had learned and the sequences of pill refinement. His mind functioned like a constant cauldron, processing information even at rest.
