Great Qian Epoch.
On the Star River Path, mist churned.
The Golden World Ship whose side had previously been smashed apart, which had fled in miserable retreat, had returned.
This time, it was not merely passing by.
It had answered the distress signal of those "Chaos Sea Hunters" and turned back to clear the field.
Rumble—
The thunderous turning of massive gears drowned out the tides of the river path.
The Golden World Ship was cast entirely from red gold, every inch of its deck carved with densely packed defensive runes. It rammed aside the shattered starstones around it and came to a stop before Chu Qing's black bone ship.
The dragon bone formed from Gods and Devils remains looked even more shabby and dilapidated beneath the Golden World Ship's shadow.
Chu Qing remained barefoot and clad in coarse hemp.
He stood at the edge of the deck, his toes gripping the wet, cold, rough bone spines. Frigid chaotic Death Qi drilled up through the soles of his feet and into his spine, but that chill could not suppress the blazing heat brought on by the agitation of the Purple True Blood within him.
A young man stood at the prow of the Golden World Ship.
He wore a brocade robe patterned with clouds, nine jade marrow stones of different hues hanging from his waist, while his fingers toyed with a world pearl the size of a thumb.
He lowered his head.
He lifted his left hand and lightly pinched his nose, his brow twisting into a dead knot.
"What a stench of rotten swamp mud."
Empowered by the grand formation, the young man's voice exploded across the starry domain like thunder. "A moldy Graveyard wasteland like this can actually drift around on the Star River Path?"
Chu Qing said