Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The golden light of dawn pierced the thin mist, spilling over the boundless Vast Sea Shore.
The salt-laden sea wind howled past, whipping up layer upon layer of white waves that slammed against the coastal reefs. Fine spray scattered through the air, and the thunder of the surf echoed between heaven and earth.
Crowds had already packed the harbor. Among the throngs were longtime residents of Vast Sea City and merchants passing through, every gaze fixed firmly on the colossal vessel at the center of the harbor, every face filled with awe and curiosity.
"What is that? Can a ship that enormous really exist?" A fisherman dressed in coarse, short work clothes craned his neck, pointing a trembling finger at the Sea God, his voice brimming with incredulous wonder.
"I've lived more than half my life, and the biggest ship I've ever seen was only a few dozen meters long. This one must be over three hundred meters, surely? It's like a moving city on the sea!" The old man beside him stroked his graying beard, his eyes full of admiration and reverence.
"Look at those strange patterns on the hull. Could they contain some special soul guidance arrays? And there seem to be quite a few silver figures standing on the deck. What exactly are those things?" A young soul master rose onto his toes, straining to see as he asked eagerly.
Murmurs rose and fell throughout the crowd, one guess following another, yet no one could explain where the giant warship had come from. They could only feel its tremendous presence, like an ancient behemoth, radiating an invisible pressure that made their hearts quail and discouraged anyone from approaching lightly.
Just then, the noisy crowd abruptly fell silent. Qian