A week later.
Outside the territory of Ghost Ridge Palace, a floating magic boat was flying through the vast misty clouds.
The shell of the magic boat shone with golden light, and the surface of the glaze reflected the last remnants of the setting sun, casting a fairyland-like scenery amidst the elegant clouds.
On the deck of the floating magic boat, there was a man-made miniature garden with waterfalls cascading down from artificial hills, and the splashing water droplets sparkled with rainbow-like light under the sun.
A variety of delicate and exotic flowers and spirit plants bloomed around, emitting a fragrant aroma. With the small streams flowing and pavilions scattered around, the scene was graceful and refined.
It was hard to imagine such scenery on top of a magic boat.
Such a magic boat was extremely expensive, basically a floating miniature ecosystem that could rely on powerful formations to rapidly produce elixirs, magic artifacts, and talismans.