Over a hundred giant ships slowly ascended, with thousands of flying ships rising in tandem, resembling a moving black mountain range that obscured the sky.
The Gang Wind was fierce.
The hulls broke through the clouds, and the mountains and rivers below rapidly shrank.
Some uttered low exclamations, while others closed their eyes.
Shen Xuan stood by the railing.
He saw the sea of clouds, with the fleet casting long shadows in the morning sun, extending toward the boundless Southern Wilderness.
...
"Fellow Daoist Guo, come, come, allow this old man to introduce you!"
Just as Shen Xuan sat down, Liu Minglin cheerfully guided him to the center of the cabin.
Four cultivators with extraordinary demeanors were already gathered there, all with Fake Pill cultivation, the patriarchs of four vassal families aboard this ship.
