The vast, boundless universe was cold and dark.
An ancient ship that had existed for who knew how many tens of thousands of years drifted through the endless cosmos. Its shape was still discernible: purple-gold, its hull dull and lusterless, mottled with rust. Marks left by ancient weapons covered the warship, and many places had been pierced clean through.
The warship, forged like gold through a hundred refinings, had suffered calamity, and the array marks engraved upon it had been shattered. But when it was built, Immortal Dao Patterns were used to infuse it with a divine substance, allowing it to endure to this day.
The Purple-Gold Battleship looked ancient and worn, like the debris commonly found in space.
Yet it gave off a faint fluctuation, remarkably like the aura of life.
An invisible thread of cause and effect extended from the future into the present, forming a bridge across the boundless void.
Golden mist condensed before the warship, taking the shape of a towering Yang Spirit. His entire body was golden and crystalline, his sleeves fluttering like those of a deity.
"No matter how many times I test it, the Yang Spirit's ability to gather and disperse without form amazes me every time," Qin Tian remarked.
The towering Yang Spirit merged into the Purple-Gold Battleship. Its so-called defenses might as well not have existed before him.
In this era, when Yang Spirits had only just appeared and no targeted countermeasures had yet been developed, this was the answer to the current meta.
Practically invincible.
Qin Tian set foot inside the Purple-Gold Battleship. It contained a world of its own, its interior vast and boundless, like an enormous palace complex. All manner of halls and ancient secret chambers stretched beyond sight.
It looked less like a ship than an immortal