Several months later, a huge flying vessel moved slowly several hundred zhang above the sea. Its mast vanished into the clouds. A massive sail, specially refined from Black Wind Shark hide, billowed in the wind, pushing the heavy vessel forward. The crew on either side of the sail periodically corrected the vessel's course.
This flying vessel was several times larger than a Skyfaring Warship. It also had six or seven spirit cannons arranged around the ship's sides, though they looked rather sparse. On the giant vessel, many cultivators either sat in relatively secluded corners meditating and cultivating, or gathered in groups of three or five to boast about their experiences fighting Demon Beasts at sea.
Some rejoiced over their bountiful harvests from killing numerous Demon Beasts, while others were dejected and mournful over the loss of friends and family. Within a single vessel, all the forms of human life were on display.
At the bow, where the wind blew strongest, a silver-haired man in green robes sat cross-legged in a secluded corner. The Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators around him occasionally swept him with awe-filled gazes. They clearly wanted to approach him, yet no one took the initiative. They always kept at least three zhang away. Although the giant vessel was spacious, it carried over ten thousand cultivators. There were nearly a thousand Golden Core cultivators, and Foundation Establishment cultivators numbered almost ten times that. With so many people crowded onto the vessel, space was hardly plentiful. To occupy an entire area without being disturbed among more than ten thousand cultivators, one naturally had to possess extraordinary ability.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a brown robe, carrying an air of refined elegance, walked toward the silver-haired cultivator at the bow with two fully black-armored men behind him