On Sunset Peak, one Flying Ship after another rose into the air.
Flying Ships were large-scale flying Magic Treasures, capable of carrying hundreds of cultivators at once across tens or even hundreds of thousands of li. They were truly Heavy Weapons of a sect.
Because they were extraordinarily expensive to build, after a thousand years of accumulation, the Yunyang Sect possessed fewer than twenty armored Flying Ships.
Yet for this Clear Realm operation, they had dispatched a full fifteen Flying Ships.
It was clear how great the Yunyang Sect's resolve was!
One had to know that Flying Ships ran entirely on Spirit Stones—and not Lower Spirit Stones, either. The cost of deploying one even once was astonishing.
Ordinary sects simply could not afford to play this game.
Because the Sunset Peak branch had so many disciples, it had been allotted four Flying Ships.
Wang Chen was aboard one of them.
This Flying Ship was several dozen zhang long. Its hull bore a metallic sheen and was engraved with countless intricate, profound runes. Its uppermost deck was also fitted with powerful heavy crossbow Magic Tools.
The sight alone inspired fear!
The Flying Ship was divided into three levels. Wang Chen sat on the lowest level with several hundred fellow disciples.
The middle level held cabins assigned to true disciples, while three Purple Mansion cultivators presided over the top level. Rank and status were clearly delineated.
Although it was a second-rate Type-B Flying Ship, its interior was still quite spacious. Even the lowest cabin, which held four or five hundred cultivators, did not feel crowded in the slightest.
But as soon as the Flying Ship took off, the Sunset Peak disciples in the cabin naturally began clustering into groups.
The larger groups had thirty or fifty people, while even the smallest had