The Blood-Red Warship sailed steadily through the sea of clouds.
Fierce winds howled outside its hull, tearing through the thick clouds.
Yet the deck was eerily quiet.
Zhou Xuan sat squarely in a Grandmaster Chair at the center of the deck, his legs planted wide.
His old servant Wuchen had specially brought the chair aboard before they departed. It had originally stood in the Main Hall of the Purple-Gold Immortal Vein.
Now, sitting aboard this ancient Immortal Court Warship, it looked somewhat out of place.
Emperor Jiang Wu, the Origin Return Alliance Leader, Old Ancestor Cangwu, and Old Ancestor Xuanming stood on either side.
The four Longevity Realm powerhouses who had once commanded Central Province now stood ramrod straight.
The atmosphere was so oppressive that a falling pin could have been heard.
They knew perfectly well that the young man before them was only at the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Under ordinary circumstances, a junior like him would not even have qualified to dine at their table.
A casual breath from them could have reduced a Spirit Transformation Stage Cultivator to dust and ashes.
But things had changed.
An imprint of Immortal Court law had been forcibly driven into their Dao Fruits.
And this terrifying Immortal Court Prison Ship recognized Zhou Xuan alone.
Their lives and deaths rested entirely in someone else's hands.
That absurd reversal left them seething with frustration.
Yet none of them dared show the slightest trace of it.
The sight of Zhou Xuan forcibly rewriting the underlying ironclad rules had completely shattered their hopes of getting lucky.
If he could rewrite even the Immortal Court's rules, crushing a few incomplete Longevity Realm cultivators like them would take no more than a word.
Zhou Xuan leaned against the chair's back, lightly tapping his fingers on the armrest.
Tap.