Two months passed in a flash.
Above the plaza of the Qinghua Sect's mountain gate, clouds churned.
One after another, fierce giant warships hovered in the sky, their hulls forged from Profound Iron mixed with Deep Sea Sunken Wood, each extending a hundred meters long.
The bows were carved with lifelike depictions of Flood Dragons spitting beads, reflecting a cold metallic gleam under the sunlight.
The sect banners hung on either side of the ships, the word "Qinghua" embroidered in gold at the center of the black flags, flapping loudly in the wind.
The cultivators aboard wore uniform magic robes, their azure garments embroidered with silver cloud patterns, and at their waists hung standard Communication Jade Orders while they held various well-coordinated magical artifacts.
The cultivators in the front row held giant shields shimmering with spirit light, while those in the back carried continuous crossbow arrows.
