A Month Later, Going Home!

One month later, Sun-Moon Empire, Western Ocean Port.

The sea wind surged, rolling up layers of snow-white waves. The salty, damp breeze swept across the entire harbor, carrying the vast, desolate breath of the open sea.

On the broad, level bluestone docks, the crowd stood in solemn silence, without the slightest clamor. The merchant ships and rushing craftsmen of old were nowhere to be seen, replaced by ranks upon ranks of civil and military officials, along with the foremost Soul Tool powerhouses.

Where sea met sky, an unprecedentedly massive fleet lay quietly anchored upon the water. The dark silhouettes of the ships covered a vast stretch of sea like black clouds, their overwhelming pressure bearing down on the harbor and calming even the surrounding waves.

Thirty enormous warships stood in neat formation, imposing and magnificent. Each vessel was a hundred meters long and forty meters wide, forged entirely from top-grade Soul Tool alloy. Their black hulls glinted with a cold metallic sheen.

The entire fleet was equipped with Level-8 Soul Cores, and the hulls were densely packed with all manner of high-grade Soul Tool armaments. The configuration was extravagantly lavish.

"Twenty Level-Seven Soul Cannon batteries, five Level-Eight Soul Main Cannons, plus one Ninth-Level Soul Cannon as the trump card—every one of them is a mobile fortress of war at sea.

It is hard to imagine that two years ago, there were only ten Level-9 Soul Engineers on the Sun and Moon Continent, and Soul Tool warships had only reached the sixth tier. Yet now, they have produced so many Level-8 Soul Tool Warships!"

Muyou stood at the harbor with her hands behind her back, her gaze sweeping across the warships arrayed at sea. Her tone carried a trace of admiration.

Qian Xunzong stood atop the harbor's highest viewing platform. His