"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh..."
A faint sound of something cutting through the air rang out as Chen Tang, Wen Niaoniao, and their dozen or so companions successively stepped into the Netherworld Ship. The moment their feet felt solid ground, the lighting in front of them abruptly dimmed.
After all, it was a starship that had been self-exiled for hundreds of years, with a thick layer of cosmic dust covering the floor, and an ancient, corroding aura assaulting their senses.
The Netherworld Ship was a large transport ship, five thousand meters long, and over five hundred meters in both height and width.
Thus, its cabin space was vast, with evidently more than one level and a rather complex structure.
In such a large and complex cabin space, searching for the Time Symbol, which likely exists only as a cluster of light, was evidently not an easy task, akin to finding a needle in a haystack.
