The next day.
A weathered little ship, a hundred zhang long, lay quietly amid the mountain woods.
Chen Xun was nurturing every inch of the ship with his peerless immortal power. Though it had long since grown ancient and weatherworn, it showed no trace of decay. Instead, it held the rich legacy of years settled deep within it.
A rare hint of tenderness appeared in eyes that had remained calm for many years.
It was as though he were looking at the radiance of an old brother's years, and at every little piece of their past that this ship carried.
Whenever he had nothing else to do, Chen Xun would nurture it anew, letting not a single blemish escape his attention.
Little Crimson leaned against the edge of the deck.
The winds of the Shadow Immortal Realm were strong, whipping Little Crimson's mane into disarray. Lying there, Little Crimson looked down at Chen Xun nurturing the World Breaking Ship. Every time this happened, Little Crimson's Dao heart settled into utter tranquility, with a Tattered Cotton Quilt draped over the body for good measure.
"Brother Xun, when are we leaving?"
"Heh, in a bit. The aura of this Shadow Immortal Realm has gone awry, and it'll cause a little wear on the World Breaking Ship. I'll call you when I'm done," Chen Xun said casually, a smile resting on his lips. Compared with those earth-shaking feats, he seemed to prefer these little things from the bottom of his heart.
Beneath the World Breaking Ship's lookout pavilion.
Frog Daoist and Mountain-Sitting Duck chattered away, their sly laughter never ceasing. It seemed that, amid their joking, some mighty figure of the Shadow Immortal Realm had once again had their reputation dragged through the mud.
"Croak, speaking of which, Chen Xun has countless supreme