The Flying Ship provided by Prince Qinghe was exceedingly fast. After just three days and nights, Zhong Ming and his party could already see the silhouette of Immortal Martial City in the distance.
WHOOSH—
Standing on the Jade Platform atop the Flying Ship, Zhong Ming gazed into the distance, his eyes flashing with astonishment. Immortal Martial City was so vast it beggared description. Countless ornate towers and jade-like palaces were packed together in dense rows, their upturned eaves and decorative corners adorned with Spirit Patterns. As he looked out under the sunlight, Zhong Ming saw that the buildings stacked layer upon layer, stretching to the very edge of a sea of clouds with no end in sight.
Countless more Flying Ships and treasure vessels filled the skies above Immortal Martial City, zipping back and forth like fireflies in the night or silver shuttles weaving a grand tapestry. It was a truly magnificent immortal vista.
