In late autumn, at Chixia North Port, Chixia Island was growing more desolate by the day. However, the Demon Suppression Islands still stood tall and imposing, and Chixia's mission to provide logistical support naturally remained.
Because of this mission, Chixia's northern port remained bustling. Flying Boats of all shapes and sizes entered and exited the port, a picture of constant activity.
The only difference from before was, perhaps, that the many passenger Flying Boats that once connected to all corners of the world had dwindled to just a few.
Among them, a dark gray Flying Boat, after passing through the port's checkpoint inspection, slowly levitated and flew away from the port under the respectful gazes of the garrisoned Cultivators.
The Flying Boat wasn't particularly large, only a few dozen feet long. Its entire body was a dark gray color, looking somewhat mottled and old, but a closer look revealed a faint, illusory quality.
