Indeed!
This warship, a thousand zhang long, sharp at both bow and stern, its lines sleek as a blade tearing through the sky...
Was the warship representing the Cultivator Association on its expedition.
Merely standing in the void, the warship exuded a vast, earth-crushing pressure that slightly warped the surrounding space.
Any ordinary Cultivator who approached would likely have their soul shattered outright by that pressure.
Upon the warship's deck...
There were no superfluous cultivators, only several upright figures standing there.
The fluctuations around them were obscure to the extreme.
They seemed to have merged with the entire void.
Even standing right before them, it was difficult to perceive their true cultivation.
Nor could one discern the slightest detail about them.
They were clearly all top-tier powerhouses with unfathomable cultivation.
These figures stood with their hands behind their backs, their heavy gazes fixed upon the endless void ahead. Their eyes were as deep as cold pools, utterly devoid of emotional ripples.
The aura they emitted made the Low-level Cultivators operating the warship at the deck's edge scarcely dare breathe, not daring the slightest lapse in attention.
Suddenly.
A voice devoid of all emotion, indifferent as ice, rang out from nowhere upon the deck.
It was not loud, yet it entered everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
It seemed to resound directly within the depths of their souls, carrying an unquestionable authority that instantly froze the surrounding air.
The knees of the several Golden Core Cultivators operating the warship bent slightly at once, and they nearly dropped to their knees.
"How much longer!"
Only four words, without any superfluous inflection, yet they carried extreme impatience and the majesty of one in a high position.
The next moment, the middle-aged cultivator standing at the outermost edge, surrounded by the faint but dense pressure