The next morning.
In the royal capital of Great Zhou.
Aboard the airship bound for Central Province, Mo Yun gazed at the churning sea of clouds outside the window, a little lost in thought.
Yes, he had already boarded the airship to Central Province, and it had been airborne for about seven minutes.
Even now, recalling his first glimpse of the airship when he boarded, Mo Yun's heart still surged with emotion.
It was a colossal beast floating in the sky, exerting an intangible sense of pressure.
The entire ship stretched across the air. From a distance, it resembled the Kunpeng of myth spreading its sky-shrouding wings, vast and imposing.
Its hull was over four hundred meters long and around forty meters wide, built entirely from some kind of spirit wood Mo Yun could not identify. In the morning light, it gleamed with a cold, metallic luster, like a small city on the move.
Of course, what astonished Mo Yun most was that such an enormous thing could break free of the earth's shackles and hover steadily among the clouds!
He remembered Lin Yanshan explaining at the time, "Beneath this great ship's deck, countless formation patterns flicker on and off, like a giant beast breathing, drawing in and releasing the energy between heaven and earth."
At that thought, Mo Yun could not help marveling. "They say this ship can carry three thousand passengers at once. Powered by its formations, it can travel fifty or sixty thousand li a day through the sea of clouds!"
Mo Yun drew in a sharp breath and murmured to himself, "Now this finally feels like a fantasy world. Seems this world has plenty of wonders?"
His thoughts drifted back to yesterday.
Yesterday, the moment Mo Yun met Village Master Lin Yanshan, the man had urgently