Chapter 6088

Ten thousand miles beyond the Sacred Mountain, Jared and Luther drifted through the sky, their direction as uncertain as their thoughts.

They needed to find the Celestial Basilica—but neither had the faintest idea where it was.

The Fourteenth Firmament dwarfed the thirteenth. Without landmarks, the world felt boundless, an endless sweep of sky and wilderness.

“Mr. Chance, which way?” Luther called, wind snapping at his cloak.

Jared scanned the forests and jagged valleys rolling beneath them. No cities. No roads. Nothing but green stretching to the horizon.

“We find someone who knows the terrain first,” he said.

“There should be a small city or at least a trading post nearby.”