The wind howled.
Black clouds churned like furious waves as thunder shook the heavens. The entire sky trembled.
A massive Spiritual Passenger Ship slowly sailed into the eye of this cataclysmic storm. On its deck, Spirit Patterns flickered in and out of sight amidst the downpour, and the ship's hull groaned as if overburdened.
At the bow, an old man with a white beard and hair stood as steady as a pine tree.
He was the ship's captain, having helmed vessels for nearly a hundred years. He was the renowned "Cloud Sea Iron Hand" of his trade, and right now, his calloused, iron-like hands held a firm grip on the ship's wheel.
The moment the first black clouds had gathered on the horizon, the veteran captain had already raised a translucent Spiritual Energy Shield. The pale-green barrier enveloped the entire passenger ship like an eggshell, allowing the Spirit Wheel to carve a path of survival through the storm.
