The massive, heavily fortified Flying Ship of the Fragrance Melody Sect tore through the high-altitude clouds like a silent, predatory leviathan. Its imposing hull, meticulously reinforced with deep-sea Star-Core Iron looted from the vaults of defeated merchant guilds, absorbed the ambient light and spiritual energy, rendering the massive vessel completely invisible to standard detection arrays. It was a ghost ship sailing through the turbulent skies of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region.
Wang Jian stood at the helm on the expansive, polished wooden deck. His pristine white scholarly robes fluttered elegantly in the artificial breeze generated by the ship's propulsion formations. His hands were clasped loosely behind his back, his abyssal dark eyes fixed intently on the distant, freezing horizon where the legendary Ice Heart Palace was located.
