Caroline’s words woke Qianye from his dream.

Ordinary airships couldn’t enter the new world because their key kinetic systems were too fragile to stand the corrosion of the strange origin power.

The environment there was even more adverse than the neutral lands, and only the sturdiest old models could operate there. Trucks could hold out fine, but airships would have to be scrapped after one week in the new world. Another consideration was the adaptation to the new origin power—even without considering wear and tear, it was still unknown whether or not the origin arrays could function normally.

The Martyr’s Palace was different. Its body was the skeleton of a void colossus and thus should be able to withstand the environment of the new world. Furthermore, the remnant consciousness allowed the dragonship to form a protective layer around itself, protecting the equipment, weaponry, and origin arrays from being affected.

Perhaps, he could try?

At noon the next day, when the origin power of the new world was at its most stable, almost all of the experts under Qianye’s command gathered outside of the “door.” A fair number of werewolf...