When the aftertaste of the shock wave crashed down, a piece of metal adsorbed a piece of fallen debris from Chen Wangchu's body that was shattered to pieces with incomparable precision. At this time, he held the piece tightly in the palm of his hand.

The light in his eyes kept flickering, and he scanned everything in the cabin with great nostalgia. He was extremely reluctant to leave the place where he had lived for tens of thousands of years.

From the moment he was born, his master had instilled in him the belief that when the ship is alive and the people are alive, the ship will perish and it will perish.

However, many years ago, he began to understand that he did not have to obey his master's orders completely. At this time, he also understood that it was time to separate.

He must leave before the top figures and creators in the world of cultivation completely lock onto his Qi machine.

There was a bang.

The metal floor beneath his feet turned into a movable flap.

His seemingly clumsy body fell directly.

Below this replica is a dark pipe.

This pipe leads all the way down to a depth of thousands of feet. At the end of the pipe is a strange brass-colored ball.

The moment his body fell into this strange brass-colored ball, the brass-colored ball instantly turned into a closed body, and then ejected with a jet of air.

It fell directly into a crack in the ground without causing any spiritual energy fluctuations at all.
Chapter completed!