On this spaceship, besides that mysterious second-grade Golden Immortal, it's obvious who the most powerful immortal is.
Fang Zhixing finally regained a sense of security.
Even if that second-grade Golden Immortal suddenly turned hostile, with his current strength plus his trump cards like Free Blood Wings and Admirable Golden Eyes, he might not win, but he could definitely escape.
"Hmm, at least the safety is assured."
Fang Zhixing felt relaxed and stepped out of the array for a walk.
Looking around...
The floor of the cabin was filled with numerous arrays, colorful and densely packed, resembling yurts and appearing particularly crowded.
It seems everyone likes private spaces.
Fang Zhixing strolled around leisurely, unconsciously reaching the edge.
He looked around, wanting to see if there were any windows to check the outside situation.
"Fellow Daoist, there are no windows here."
Suddenly, an ethereal voice came over, seemingly a kind reminder.
