"By the way, these ships follow fixed routes and are integrated with the Imperial Formation below, so please be careful not to trigger it."
Just then, Hua Yunfei's voice drifted over alongside the music of his zither:
"This Imperial Formation was created by a Holy Lord. Our cultivation is too shallow; we are powerless to save anyone."
The cultivators on the ship, which had begun to sway and tilt slightly: ...
You could have said that earlier!
The ship rocked from side to side. At its most violent, the deck even formed a forty-five-degree angle with the water's surface, and that angle continued to increase.
One glance was enough for Hua Yunfei to understand what had happened:
"If you fall into the water, do not use Magical Power or struggle against it. You may still have a sliver of hope..."
Before his words had even faded, everyone aboard that ship had fallen into the water.
It was not that the cultivators had failed to hold onto the vessel and slid out of it. Rather, amid the ship's violent jolting, their bodies had already extended beyond its sides.
At that moment, an immense force of attraction directly enveloped the parts exposed outside the ship and dragged their entire bodies into the water.
The cultivators aboard the neighboring ships watched the entire scene in horror. Yet what was even more terrifying was that after those people fell in, there was not the slightest sign of struggle. There were barely any ripples on the surface, which remained as smooth as a mirror.
Nor could anyone see beneath the water around the ship. It was pitch-black, as though it might devour someone at any moment.
"Is this... a show of force?"
Holy Son of Wan Chu could not help frowning.
"You are a Holy