Chaos Sea.
Gray and murky.
The viscous fog was like paste simmered in a pot for three days; every inch of space bore a crushing weight.
A black ship, a broken skeleton.
It inched slowly through the sea, its sails made from the skins of Gods and Devils. Whenever the wind blew, all they gave were wuwu cries.
Chu Qing stood on the deck.
Dressed in sackcloth.
Barefoot.
His toes dug into the damp bone deck that reeked of decay, an icy, bone-piercing chill drilling from his soles straight up his spine.
Buzzz—!
The river ahead suddenly exploded.
There was no sound, only a violent tremor that nearly ruptured his eardrums.
Chu Qing swayed.
His right foot stomped down hard.
A thin crack split the deck, and his entire body nailed itself to the bow like a spike.
[Reflection Realm] divine ability, activate!
The air around him instantly solidified. The black ship, which had been tossed every which way by the towering waves, seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, forcibly pinned to the surging river.
Chu Qing raised his head.
A colossal thing appeared in his field of vision.
It was a World Ship.
Its hull was forged from gold and stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
From afar, it did not look like a ship at all, but rather a golden continent floating in the Chaos Sea.
Countless enormous gears on both sides of the hull meshed wildly.
Creak—creak—
With every turn, they spewed white Spiritual Energy so dense it could not be dispersed.
The World Ship traveled upstream.
The ripples of space-time it stirred up sliced across the black ship's skeletal frame like blades.
"Chu Qing."
Nangong approached.
The thirteen vertical eyes on her back opened slightly, every pupil reflecting that golden