Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 560 - : 560

Chapter 560: 560

Through the water mirror built into the hull, Wang Chen looked down at the vast desert below.

Although he had been stationed in Dayi City for a considerable period and had fiercely clashed with the Sand People, this was his first foray deep into this desolate land to appreciate the unique scenery of the Western Region.

After entering the Western Region Great Desert, the flying warship’s speed dropped significantly, and it could no longer maintain its original altitude.

This was because the nature’s spiritual energy in the desert and Gobi areas was much sparser than in the West Sea Spirit Domain.

The magical treasure flying warship mainly relied on absorbing the spiritual energy from the surrounding space to maintain its speed and altitude, and its performance was bound to vary greatly in different environments.

Wang Chen wanted the flying warship to fly quickly in this region, but that would require him to input his own mana and consume a large quantity of spirit stones to achieve it.

Such an unprofitable venture was definitely not something he was willing to undertake.

Even though Wang Chen was on official business, the subsidies provided by the sect were not generous.

If he were to burn spirit stones to hasten the journey, he would surely be at a loss!

Moreover, there were ten days left until the formal opening of the Spirit Mountain Dharma Meeting, so even if the flying warship was slow, there was still plenty of time to arrive.

Therefore, Wang Chen was traveling with a leisurely mindset as if he were enjoying a scenic tour.

Whistle–

Suddenly, a sharp cry of an eagle came from afar. A massive black eagle appeared in the water mirror and quickly approached the flying warship.

There was also a gray-robed cultivator sitting on the eagle’s back.

Wang Chen recognized at a glance that the other party was a wizard from the Sand Tribe!

He flicked his finger, and the magical treasure flying warship suddenly radiated a faint light, and a golden “卐” symbol emerged on the surface of the hull.

With Wang Chen’s current strength, combined with the magical treasure flying warship he was on, as long as the other party was not a Golden Core level Great Sorcerer, killing them in the air was not an issue.

But this time, Wang Chen was not here to fight the Sand Tribe; his current identity was that of an envoy from the Western Sea Sect traveling to the Western Region for the meeting.

So he showed the Buddhist Sect symbol to inform the other party.

The wizard guiding the black eagle saw it, and indeed, after patting the eagle’s neck, he turned and left.

Wang Chen didn’t take it to heart.

Since entering the range of the Western Region Great Desert, such situations had already occurred several times.

The Sand Tribe consisted of thousands of tribes, large and small, occupying the oases in the desert. They had their own forces and territories, often experiencing conflicts and even wars with each other, and were not united.

They were naturally extra vigilant towards the appearance of outsiders.

However, not a single tribe of the Sand Tribe dared to offend the Buddhist Sect. Strictly speaking, they were more like a group of vicious dogs raised by the Buddhist Sect of the Western Region, surviving solely by barking and howling at their neighbors (the West Sea Sect).

Therefore, Wang Chen’s use of the “卐 symbol banishing technique” was particularly effective in the Great Desert.

There was also no issue of the Western Region Buddhist Sect seeking accountability, as this was a tacit agreement between the two parties that had not changed over the years.

Leaving the interceptor far behind, the treasured ship continued to fly westward.

It was now sunset, and the afterglow of the sun draped a golden cloak over the boundless Great Desert. The view from above was incredibly magnificent.

In the distance, a fiery red column of smoke shot straight into the sky, strikingly visible even across a hundred miles.

Below the column of smoke, there was a massive mountain range that stretched across the desert from south to north, its length unknown.

From a distance, many of the mountain peaks were spewing thick smoke and fierce flames.

Flame Mountain!

This was the essential passage into the core hinterlands of the Western Region as one entered the Great Desert, and it was also a natural barrier.

Past Flame Mountain lay a vast and fertile basin.

There, Wang Chen’s treasured flying warship seemed to have entered a quagmire; its speed slowed to an unbearable crawl, and the consumption of spirit stones in the internal array increased dramatically.

The altitude was also continuously dropping.

The environment of Flame Mountain was extremely special, with a natural no-fly restriction in place, meaning even gigantic immortal ships couldn’t fly over, and Golden Core True Persons had to obediently land when they arrived here.

Wang Chen was merely a Purple Mansion cultivator, so he didn’t have the presumption to challenge the rules of heaven and earth, thus he landed his flying warship on the sandy ground and put it away.

He took out the True Form Chart of the Mystical Mirage Dragon and unfolded it, summoning the Great Green Donkey.

“Neigh neigh neigh~”

The Great Green Donkey rolled on the ground and nimbly leaped up.

Seeing Wang Chen again, it was very excited, bouncing around and wagging its tail while sticking out its wet tongue.

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Wang Chen disdainfully pushed the creature’s head aside and then stuffed a large carrot into its mouth.

This was no ordinary carrot; it was an ingredient for immortal meals.

“Giddy up!”

Wang Chen jumped onto the donkey’s back and patted the fluffy fur on its neck.

While chomping down on the carrot, the donkey sprinted forward with all four hooves, kicking up billows of dust behind it.

Its speed was in no way inferior to that of a galloping horse.

The donkey had been cooped up for quite a while, mostly sealed inside the True Form Chart of the Mystical Mirage Dragon since it became Wang Chen’s mount, so now that it had the chance to run free, it naturally used all its energy to demonstrate its worth.

Wang Chen carried with him a Two Realms Geomantic Chart provided by his sect, so even though it was his first time here, there was no chance of getting lost.

The place he was heading to now was Chito City, located below Flame Mountain.

To pass through Flame Mountain, one must go through Chito City.

Inside Chito City was a Teleportation Array that could directly cross Flame Mountain to enter the heartland of the Western Region!

The Great Green Donkey traveled very fast, and in just half the length of time required to burn an incense stick, it carried Wang Chen into Chito City.

Chito City was built against the mountain, surrounded by countless sand dunes to the south, north, and east. Its city walls were constructed from the fiery calcined rocks mined from within the mountains, appearing from afar as burning walls of fire.

When Wang Chen arrived, a long caravan was entering the city.

This city at the edge of the desert was not the territory of the Sand Tribe; it was in fact a Buddhist city, with countless Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit carved on its walls, said to contain more than a dozen temples.

Wang Chen’s knowledge of Chito City all came from information provided by his sect.

He followed behind the caravan and entered Chito City.

Chito City had one very special feature, there were city walls but no city gates, and not a single person guarding the gates could be seen.

Cultivators, mortals, monks, and devotees alike could freely enter and exit this city.

Moreover, none were required to pay any fees.

Thus, when Wang Chen entered the city, no one came to question his origins.

By this time, it was already dark, and every household in Chito City had lit their lights. The most eye-catching was undoubtedly the Exquisite Buddhist Gate standing in the city center, with its glazed lamps hanging beneath flying eaves, casting out colorful spiritual light, looking particularly beautiful.

The streets bustled with people coming and going, and shops, taverns, and inns were everywhere.

Pedestrians on the road included Sand People and monks, but ordinary people made up the majority.

As for Taoist vein cultivators like Wang Chen, there were quite a few to be seen here as well; they weren’t as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Chito City, at first glance to Wang Chen, seemed rudimentary and backward but also quite inclusive.

He noticed that while the inhabitants were generally poor, their expressions were mostly serene, devoid of any malevolence.

Quite interesting.