Saint Qinglan's expression stiffened, then he sighed and said, "Indeed, we are afraid we will be unable to do this. We will need the help of those esteemed figures."
As things stand, it seems that only a demigod-level powerhouse could possibly destroy this space.
Only in this way can the spread of Fog No. 233 be stopped.
"What we need to think about now is how to get out of this hellhole and then report the situation here to the higher-ups," An Lan said, glancing around at her surroundings.
Saint Qinglan nodded slightly in agreement.
"In that case, the problem now is how to cross this river."
The group looked at the river in front of them.
The river is nearly a kilometer wide, and the current is extremely rapid.
After thinking for a moment, the Sage of Azure Mist tried to use a gust of wind to pick up a piece of gravel and fly it towards the other side.
However, when the gale reaches the river, it is corroded by an invisible force.
After flying only two or three hundred meters, the pebbles fell into the river and disappeared.
Saint Qinglan frowned and said, "There is an aura of death above the river. If I were alone, I might have a chance to cross it, but with so many people, our strength will be scattered, and it will be difficult to reach the other side."
Upon hearing this, the others immediately frowned.
An Lan asked, "What if we fly even higher?"
Saint Qinglan tried it and found that it was impossible to fly very high in this sky; the highest he could fly was only a few hundred meters.
Even at such a height, one is still susceptible to the corrosive effects of death.
There was an aura of death in the river and in the air above it. How did they get across?
If they were to come into contact with this river, they would likely be reduced to blood and bones in a very short time.
Everyone fell silent.
An Lan glanced around and looked at a withered tree on the riverbank, falling into deep thought.
The withered tree had no leaves, only jagged branches.
However, the river water, which even the wind shield of the Azure Mist Saint could not withstand, often splashed onto the withered tree, yet the withered tree showed no signs of decay.
An Lan said, "Qing Lan, see if you can cut down this tree and bring it over."
Upon hearing this, Saint Qinglan was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized what An Lan was thinking.
His eyes lit up, and he instantly conjured a wind blade.
The wind blades were sharp and quickly sliced through the branches.
After the branches were cut off, the Azure Mist Saint used the breeze to bind the withered tree and brought it to them.
Although the dead tree had been washed by the river, it was completely dry, showing no signs of being washed.
Moreover, the withered tree even emitted a peculiar fragrance.
The fragrance is very pleasant; it makes one's mind much clearer.
An Lan looked at the withered tree in front of her; the trunk was about half a meter thick.
He thought for a moment and said, "One isn't enough, have a few more."
The Saint of Azure Mist swept his gaze across the riverbank and spotted a few more in the distance.
He nodded, flew over, cut down the dead trees, and brought them back.
Then An Lan smiled and said, "It shouldn't be difficult to process these dead trees and make a boat."
An Lan used her super intelligence to take out several sheets of paper and a pen from her bracelet and began to scribble and revise.
In just over an hour, An Lan drew up the design for the wooden boat.
As a person with super intelligence, his hand-drawn blueprints are just like those of a machine, with all kinds of data already marked.
"Alright, just process it this way. Qinglan, you cut the trunk a little, and I'll do the detailed processing."
An Lan fiddled with her bracelet for a bit and quickly pulled out various tools.
They even have woodworking supplies.
Jerry said, somewhat speechless, "Old An, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now. What is this bracelet of yours? It feels like a treasure chest to me. How come it has all sorts of things inside?"
An Lan smiled and said, "This is my masterpiece. It's a space storage bracelet made using rare space-type materials. This thing is quite precious; there are only a handful in the entire Federation."
Lu Ning and the others weren't too surprised by the mention of a spatial storage bracelet.
After all, they watched as An Lan took out various instruments from her spatial bracelet.
An Lan's next words filled them with envy.
"The space inside this bracelet is about the size of more than ten football fields. Since the space was just sitting there empty, I thought I'd fill it with all sorts of instruments I could find. Anyway, with my super intelligence, it won't take me long to master these instruments, and I might need them sometime. And here they are, in use now!"
Lu Ning asked with some curiosity, "Can this spatial bracelet be exchanged for merit points?"
An Lan glanced at Lu Ning and asked curiously, "You want to change?"
"Yes, I have quite a few soul artifacts. Some of the ones I don't need can be stored in my bracelet so I don't have to carry them with me."
Seemingly understanding Lu Ning's meaning, the crimson sword in Lu Ning's hand hummed, and a hoarse voice rang in Lu Ning's ear: "I don't want to! I don't want to go to such a small place!"
Lu Ning ignored him.
An Lan smiled and said, "Although this thing can't be exchanged for merits, consider it a personal donation to you. I'll make you a smaller one later."
Lu Ning's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "Thank you, Elder An."
An Lan waved her hand and said, "Why are you being so polite? If it weren't for you, we would have had a very difficult time this time."
While the others were somewhat envious of the promise Yu Anlan made to Lu Ning, they were not surprised.
After all, without Lu Ning, they wouldn't even have been able to find their way.
Afterwards, An Lan and Qing Lan Saint joined forces to begin building a wooden boat.
During this time, Lu Ning continuously used his mental energy to temper the rotting giant hand within his body, lest it suddenly rot at a crucial moment.
Several hours later, the wooden boat was finally completed.
An Lan smiled and said, "We can try to see if we can cross this River of Death."
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