A rumbling sound rolled across the sky, like the whisper of a god deep within the layers of clouds. Within the range swept by the sonic waves, the few living creatures in the high altitude avoided it from afar. Not long after, a colossal behemoth broke through the clouds, its near-tangible shockwave scattering a hundred miles of cloud cover to invite down tens of thousands of feet of sunlight, illuminating the rolling river below.
The river surface churned and surged, scattering scale-like light everywhere. On the huge hull, light waves also danced; water droplets stained among the clouds used the ingenuity of heaven and earth to cut the sunlight, forming loops of gorgeous, glowing pearl chains. Above it, dozens of a-hundred-feet-wide sails unfurled, the spiritual light of their runes carrying lingering cloud vapor to deflect the head-on warm wind, converting it into the driving force of a fierce gale.
The uniquely humid air of the south rode the warm wind, banishing the chill of high altitude so that the cultivators on the topmost tier facing the heavenly light directly either cheered or sighed, welcoming the upcoming southern journey.
The Mountain-Moving Cloud Boat was entirely a giant city or mountain. Counting the towering cloud sails, its height exceeded a thousand zhang, its length spanned over forty miles, and its beam was nearly ten miles wide. Overall, the proportions were still relatively "flat," quite generous in horizontal space. It could accommodate over a hundred thousand people boarding simultaneously, and over the course of a year-long journey, at least a million people cycled on and off.
Shen Wan was one in this stream of a million people.
When the pure sunlight cast down, she was raising an ivory-white porcelain cup, gently sniffing the tea's aroma. The warm, misty breath made her convinced that