"Whoosh, whoosh."
The Python Flood Dragon Beast traversed the void, emitting a whistling sound.
On its back was a carriage, entirely black, simple and unadorned, resembling nothing like an Immortal's vehicle.
Seated at the front of the beast was an old servant.
The servant's appearance was aged, his form hunched, his breath weak.
No matter from which perspective, this beast and servant did not appear to have any notable origins.
They seemed more like they hailed from a small sect or family in a remote region.
In the void.
Occasionally, massive Golden Core demon beasts passed by, driven by immortals, bringing gusts of wind as they roared past.
These beasts not only brought gusts of wind but occasionally produced sounds similar to hissing.
"Isn't this the lowest-level Python Flood Dragon Beast? Tsk tsk, to think they can't even afford a proper demon beast. Which young lord is this, shaming our Cultivation Family?"
Youthful and prideful cultivators laughed derisively.
