Chaori Ship Spirit

At the center of the captain's command room.

Amid the many instruments, a pure-black cube rested on one of its corners, slowly rotating.

Jiang Ding sent his spiritual sense into it. Dense patterns filled his vision. Some resembled the Earth Fiend Restriction patterns of magical treasures, yet they also bore a certain resemblance to formation arrays, lying somewhere between the two.

From time to time, destructive lightning bloomed amid the restriction patterns, radiating a terrifying aura. Restriction traps lay within, enough to shatter the spiritual sense of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, then spread into the Nascent Soul and inflict grievous damage.

When Jiang Ding's spiritual sense entered, these restriction traps did not activate. One after another, they concealed their auras and allowed it through, leaving a Spiritual Sense Imprint at the heart of the layered restrictions.

In an instant, something changed.

With a thought from Jiang Ding, a complete projection of the Chaori appeared within his Sea of Consciousness. Every deck plate, every shipborne mirror drone, the reserves of engine spirit stones—every detail was laid bare, and he could sense any change at once.

It was as if the thousand-meter-long steel behemoth had become an extension of his limbs, without the slightest delay.

"So this is the pinnacle of the Immortal Sect's shipbuilding industry... It's formidable."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, shaken to the core.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, is there anything you are dissatisfied with?"

Xia Caiyun smiled. "If you can provide a concrete reason, Lianyun Shipbuilding Industry can take it back to the factory for rework, free of charge."

Her words brimmed with powerful confidence, carrying the air of one who looked down upon the world from within the shipbuilding industry.

"No. It's outstanding."

Jiang Ding did not stint on his admiration. "Classmate Xia, sorry for the trouble you