Boat of Creation

Emperor Gan brought Zhou Tong directly into a Small Thousand World that belonged exclusively to the Great Qian imperial family.

The moment they entered this Small Thousand World, a supreme aura like that of an ancient Demon God descended. The aura was incomparably vast, as though it had instantly shattered layer after layer of space.

With the naked eye, Zhou Tong could see the edges of the entire Small Thousand World breaking apart like a mirror. Yet when those fragments neared the center of the Small Thousand World, they completely froze in place.

"Is this the Boat of Creation?" Zhou Tong looked toward the center of the Small Thousand World.

There stood a magnificent giant ship fifteen hundred meters long. This tower ship rose eighteen stories high, each level more luxurious and splendid than the last.

The aura emitted by this ship was what prevented the Small Thousand World from collapsing.

This ship was no longer a ship in the ordinary sense. It was the palace of the king of gods, a tower ship only the ruler of all heavens was qualified to possess, used to patrol the heavens and the eight wildernesses and six directions.

It was a tower ship that could travel unhindered through the endless Void of the Great Thousand World, one that even Yang Gods and Shattering the Void experts would envy.

Merely looking at this ship, Zhou Tong felt that there was nothing to fear from the great calamity of heaven and earth or the great cycle of 129,600 years. Though the ship stood there motionless, it seemed to have left the River of Time and broken free from the sea of space, standing at an infinitely lofty height as it looked down upon the cycles of the universe and the passage of ages.

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