Evolution of Chaori

No matter how turbulent the war outside became, it could not disturb the tranquility of the Yinkong Island dormitory.

Beneath the Sun God Wood, a youth in green robes sat cross-legged. Its golden branches and trunk shifted back and forth between brightness and dimness, gathering and dispersing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth and the essence of the Great Sun in a rhythm shared with human breathing.

Crack... crack...

Rumble!

Who knew how much time had passed? Amid flashing lightning and roaring thunder, Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked toward the sky, through the shade of the Sun God Wood.

The Super Battleship Great Sun shone brilliantly. The Myriad Magnetic Thundercloud Array inscribed upon its hull activated on its own, spreading lightning across several hundred kilometers with terrifying might.

"She has advanced..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

For years, Chaori had used its engine furnace to refine Infant treasures of all grades, vast quantities of fourth-grade natural treasures and third-grade natural treasures. Their essences had been extracted in the furnace, mixed with various metals, smelted together into high-grade composite spirituality materials, and integrated into the hull.

There had also been the highest-standard maintenance, ritual refinement, and support services at the Immortal Sect Warship Maintenance Center at all times.

This was an undertaking comparable to the Blazing Sun Spirit Iron of a Great Sun Sword Pavilion Great Sun Sword Son. It existed by nature, required no searching, and was free.

After all these accumulations, the warship finally changed today, decades later.

Upon the silver-white steel leviathan, spiritual light flickered erratically as it howled and swallowed enormous amounts of spiritual qi of heaven and earth and essence of the Great Sun. Layers upon layers of electromagnetic thunderclouds emerged around the hull, occasionally splashing out fist-sized clumps of thunderfluid that scorched