The thousand-zhang treasure ship drifted slowly through the Purple Firmament Thunder Pool.
Its bow had collapsed, and large sections of the deck had shattered.
The keel forged from Primordial Profound Iron lay exposed, covered in deep bite marks left by the Thunder Swallowing Beast.
Broken planks and iron shards rattled down with the jolting ship, crashing into the sea of lightning below.
Several thousand Myriad Beast Sect disciples sat cross-legged on the deck.
Their faces were pale as paper, veins bulging across their foreheads as they desperately drained every last bit of true essence from their bodies into the damaged Array Hub.
They barely maintained the final thin layer of defensive light screen.
Purple Heaven Divine Thunder struck the light screen, sending weak ripples spreading outward.
With every lightning strike, the light screen let out a piercing grinding shriek, as though it could shatter at any moment.
Mo Qianchou stood beside a broken mast.
He raised the back of his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He personally supervised the disciples repairing the Formation Eye, while the array compass in his hand was already covered in cracks.
From time to time, his gaze drifted upward toward the completely intact first-class cabin on the highest floor.
"Once this person reaches Great Gan, who knew how much turmoil he would stir up?"
Mo Qianchou withdrew his gaze and swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.
At this moment, he was sincerely, utterly convinced by the one upstairs.
Inside the first-class cabin.
Sun Yu sat cross-legged atop a spirit jade bed.
He rested with his eyes closed.
His cold white Brocade Robe was spotless.
The Thunder Swallowing Beast lay beside his cold white brocade boots, pressing a Top-grade Purple Spirit Stone beneath its two front paws.
It exerted force with its