The azure spirit boat flew steadily at low altitude, with Fang Hao sitting cross-legged in the cabin, his expression calm.
It had been several days since he left that desolate riverbank downstream of the Golden Sand River.
He steered the flying boat westward, heading toward the inland mountain regions, deliberately avoiding several larger Cultivator cities along the way and choosing to weave through desolate mountains and wild ridges.
Although his injuries had stabilized, they were far from fully healed.
His Meridians were like porcelain covered in cracks; though barely held together by Chaos Spiritual Power, they remained fragile and unable to withstand the circulation of high-intensity spiritual power.
The Chaos vortex in his Dantian had only recovered about thirty percent, and his spiritual power was thin.
The trauma to his Sea of Consciousness was even more troublesome; his Divine Sense was less than half of its Peak strength, and using it still caused faint stabbing pains.
