Just as I had expected, after several days had passed, I had not only made many precision control nozzles for injecting the gel, but had also completely assembled the yacht's framework. However, Feng Zhen never returned. I knew the old man had definitely gone far away. After all, he no longer had any reason to risk staying by my side—and this also prevented me from burning the bridge after crossing the river and killing him if I happened to lose my temper.
The yacht had an overall streamlined design. Its bow was sharp, like a triangular ram cutting through wind and waves. Even the hull itself gleamed silver beneath the sunlight because of the gel. Combined with the abundance of glass windows, the entire yacht looked extraordinarily high-tech, as if it had come from alien technology.
Yao Yao's eyes shone when she saw it. She actually flew around it several times. Of course, its exterior was undeniably cool, but its interior was no simple matter either. The keel was made from top-grade living iron, whose quality was comparable to the metals of the Immortal-Seeking Continent. The hull itself was also forged from living iron. Naturally, its entire body was covered in countless densely packed nozzles. These pipes connected to the enormous spherical boiler in the hull, where the gel was stored. Whenever the gel was slightly depleted while passing through the demonic-qi sea, the nozzles, pipes, and sphere would all operate simultaneously, gradually replacing the outer layer to reinforce the hull's defense against the demonic qi.
The entire vessel had a remarkably high degree of mechanization. Of course, spiritual-qi operation remained its core. I had already modified the bracelet into the yacht's key and usually carried it in my hand. Whenever I wanted to use the yacht, I had to