Spirit Void Battleship

When he left the cabin, the deck of the Canglong was already in chaos.

The panicked shouts of the clansmen continued to ring in Chen Daoxuan's ears.

"Clan leader, there's a huge ship flying toward us in the sky!"

"Clan leader..."

At the bow of the ship, Chen Xianhe did not utter a word. He raised his head and looked at the huge ship flying toward them from above; his expression was grave.

After a short while, he looked at Chen Daoxuan who had run out of the cabin. He said, "Take care of your clansmen. Tell everyone not to panic. This is the spirit void battleship that the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture uses to patrol the waterways."

"Spirit void battleship..."

Chen Daoxuan repeated it silently and nodded.

After giving instructions to Chen Daoxuan, Chen Xianhe used his wind control technique and flew toward the giant ship above his head.

Compared to the enormous ship in the sky, Chen Xianhe's figure seemed so small.

However, Chen Daoxuan did not have time to stare at the ship. He quickly calmed down the panicked clansmen and instructed them to lower the sails and slowly bring the Canglong to a halt.

...

In the sky above the Canglong, Chen Xianhe's figure continued to soar until he was on the same level as the spirit void battleship.

He took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice, "I am the Chen clan leader of Shuanghu Island. I am traveling to Guang'an Prefecture to purchase supplies. This is my passage token."

After saying that, Chen Xianhe took out a black token from his storage bag, injected his true Qi, and threw it at the Spirit Void battleship.

The Spirit Void battleship was white, and it was made of an unknown material.

Apart from its outer appearance, the interior of the battleship was completely shrouded in a dense fog, making it impossible to see into clearly. It exuded a tremendous aura of oppression.

Chen Xianhe did not know which foundation establishment cultivator of the Zhou clan was in charge of this warship, so he could only obediently hand over the passage token according to the rules.

In about the time it took to brew half a cup of tea, a black token flew out from the interior of the battleship.

Chen Xianhe had just received the token when he heard a voice speaking into his ear, "Fellow Daoist, remember not to deviate from the safe route. If you encounter any danger, the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture will not be held responsible for it."

"I will remember that!"

Chen Xianhe quickly bowed in response.

"Rumble!"

Soon, as everyone watched, the Spirit Void warship rose into the air and disappeared into the sky with a boom.

"Hu!"

Chen Xianhe could not help but heave a sigh of relief as he watched the giant ship depart.

Returning to the deck of the Canglong, Chen Xianhe issued orders again, "Get the clansmen to raise the sails. We will continue forward."

"Yes, clan leader."

Chen Daoxuan nodded and quickly ordered his clansmen to raise the sails and set sail once again.

After the Canglong started sailing normally again, Chen Daoxuan, who was full of questions, walked to Chen Xianhe's side and asked, "Thirteenth uncle, that was..."

"It was the Zhou clan's Spirit Void battleship."

Chen Xianhe said with a smile, "Didn't you ask me before why we didn't encounter any demon beast attacks on our way here? That's the reason."

Chen Xianhe pointed in the direction where the spirit void battleship had disappeared into the clouds in the horizon.

"You mean that the Zhou clan is protecting this sailing route?"

"Of course! Otherwise, how do you think Guang'an Prefecture became so prosperous?"

Hearing these words, Chen Daoxuan immediately understood.

The Zhou clan was the largest clan in the sea region within one hundred thousand miles. It was rumored that the Zhou clan's patriarch had already reached the peak of the Zifu realm, and was just one step away from the legendary Jindan realm.

Such a huge immortal cultivation clan naturally possessed the strength to protect the sailing route of this ten-thousand-mile sea region from the attacks of demon beasts.

Moreover, it was only when sailing routes were safe that commerce could flourish and the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture could obtain the greatest benefits.

Rulers always wanted the world to be peaceful, while those below who were harboring ambition wanted the world to be chaotic.

Of course, no one could guarantee absolute safety. After all, those lower-level demon beasts possessed low levels of intelligence, and were no different from wild beasts. They were unable to distinguish which areas were safe and which areas were dangerous.

Without mentioning the so-called safe sailing route, these low-level demon beasts were easily stimulated by the blood and essence of mortals and would even dare to venture into places like the Zhou clan's main base camp, Spirit Shell Island.

However, these demonic beasts would only end up feeding the mortal warriors there.

A clan with a Zifu realm cultivator...

Chen Daoxuan could not help but mutter softly, "How awe-inspiring!"

"How majestic!"

Chen Xianhe sighed. "The ancestors of the Zhou clan established their clan at the right time; they chose to stand on the right side during the war a thousand years ago when the Qianyuan Sword sect conquered the Myriad Sea of Stars. This laid the foundation for a thousand years of prosperity for the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture."

"In fact, during the chaos of the Divine Immortal in the Myriad Sea of Stars five hundred years ago, countless immortal cultivation clans were destroyed, but the Zhou clan still managed to survive. This shows how deep the foundation of the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture is."

Chen Xianhe's tone was full of envy when he talked about the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture, which was the largest immortal cultivation clan in the sea region within a hundred thousand miles.

In fact, he was not the only one. Every immortal cultivation clan in the sea region within a hundred thousand miles held the same attitude when they talked about the Zhou clan of Guang'an Prefecture. They were respectful and inwardly envious, but did not dare to openly display their jealousy.

"The chaos of the Divine Immortal?"

Chen Daoxuan's keen senses caught onto a new piece of information from Chen Xianhe's words.

Seeing Chen Daoxuan's extremely puzzled expression, Chen Xianhe explained, "There was an itinerant cultivator from five hundred years ago. He called himself the Divine Immortal Zhenren. I don't know where he obtained his great opportunity, but he caused chaos in the Myriad Sea of Stars for a hundred years. In the end, it was the Qianyuan Sword sect that killed him."

"After that, the Qianyuan Sword sect launched a war against the Cloud Nation of the immortal Cloud continent, which lasted four hundred years."

When he talked about the war between the Qianyuan Sword sect and the Cloud Nation, Chen Xianhe seemed to have recalled some bad memories, and his voice gradually weakened.

Chen Daoxuan saw that he had touched on thirteenth uncle's sad memories, so he did not dare to ask further.

...

For the next twenty days, everything was peaceful.

They did not encounter the Zhou clan's Spirit Void battleship, nor did they encounter any demonic beasts.

Twenty days later, an old voice spoke up from outside the cabin. Chen Daoxuan could tell that it was the voice of thirteenth uncle, Chen Xianhe.

"Daoxuan, we have arrived at Lingbei Island!"

When he heard this, Chen Daoxuan was very excited.

Despite the fact that the Canglong was not an ordinary cargo ship; it was a modified cargo ship with wind gathering and water avoidance arrays engraved on it, and its speed was far faster than any ship on Earth…

After drifting about at sea for a whole month, Chen Daoxuan also could not stand it.

It was not that the Canglong was uncomfortable or that the voyage was boring, but rather due to the lack of spiritual essence. He was unable to cultivate the Origin Convergence technique for a month, and his cultivation had not advanced an inch.

For cultivators, the most uncomfortable feeling was their cultivation not advancing an inch.

Chen Daoxuan finally understood what Chen Xianhe felt.

He had only been unable to cultivate for a month, but Chen Xianhe had completely given up on his path of cultivation; the two were completely incomparable.

With this thought in mind, Chen Daoxuan could not help but admire thirteenth uncle even more.

He walked out of the cabin.

The scene of sails blotting out the sky appeared in front of him. Before his eyes were countless, densely packed white sails.

In the sky, there were cultivators flying on swords from time to time, creating streaks of lights in the air.

Chen Daoxuan clearly knew that those lights were all cultivators above the foundation establishment stage.

As for Qi refinement realm cultivators, they were all waiting on their respective ships, obediently lining up to enter the port.

The Chen clan did not have any foundation establishment realm cultivators so, naturally, they were like most Qi refinement realm cultivators, obediently lining up.