A massive whirlpool formed on the surface of the Ice Sea. Seawater churned and converged downward, forming a sea eye, beneath whose blue waves lay a vast sleeping shadow.
It was a starship from the Ancient Civilization.
To ordinary people living on the lands of the Southern Continent, the existence of the Church of Storms was a "miracle." But to the Storm God's Throne—
The true "miracle" was the starship before him.
This starship was sixteen thousand meters long and equipped with a "Virtual Ecological Environment System." Its own docking bay alone could accommodate nearly a hundred medium-sized Source Energy Airships.
It could be said that once successfully activated, it would become a completely independent "Closed World."
Everything within the starship could be self-sustaining.
Transcendent Source Matter could be absorbed and converted into biological energy.
By now, nearly a thousand Church staff members had entered the starship... and the "lucky ones" on the list were also moving aboard one after another.
The Storm God's Throne stood with his hands behind his back. He had concealed his true face and donned the robe of an ordinary believer as he walked through the starship's broad corridors.
The corridors were filled with paintings.
They were all classics from the Holy City... No matter what era human civilization entered, something like "art" would never vanish.
He admired the paintings, but he admired this starship, which belonged to him, even more.
Thirty years ago, when he discovered this starship, everything here had been ruined... The Strong Logic Material needed merely to repair this corridor had consumed half a year's worth of blue silver mined from the Southern Continent.
The civilization of the Five Continents was far inferior to the Ancient Civilization.
Back then, the Iron Melting God's Throne had mass-produced vast numbers of starships...
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