Mo Wuji stepped out of the spatial gate and landed on a piece of suspended plaza. Around the plaza was the faint gray space and he noticed a few cultivators drawing their own flying ships to make their way into the boundless and vast space. There were also a few cultivators, coming from afar, landing on this plaza.
Fortunately, cultivators could survive with just spiritual energy in the air as the surrounding layer of air became thinner by the minute. However, Mo Wuji had already experienced too many places with the lack of oxygen so with the thin layer of air here, Mo Wuji didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
He was thankful for his flying ship because without his flying ship, even if he was capable enough to walk in space, he would lose both his speed and direction.
