Chapter 129: The Dark Night

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Homeloss set sail at full speed.

In the pale glow cast by the Creation of the World, the semi-transparent sails of the Spiritual Body filled without wind, as if manipulated by countless invisible hands. The massive and intricate mast and rope systems squeaked and creaked, swiftly and sensitively adjusting their angles. Duncan felt the ship's body slightly sway and tilt beneath his feet, directing its bow towards a certain direction in the Endless Sea. The sound of the waves gently slapping against the ship's hull intermingled with the "sensory signals" of Homeloss itself, softly echoing in the depths of his mind.

For some reason, at the moment the ship changed its course, he felt as though the atmosphere on the ship had quietly shifted. Even though the scenery around was exactly the same, but...

He thought he heard the ship let out a contented, soft sigh.