Above the Great Thunder Swamp, an enormous ship was anchored, standing fifteen to sixteen zhang high, twenty to thirty zhang wide, and a hundred and ten zhang long, capable of accommodating thousands of people. By its specifications, it paralleled an aircraft carrier on Earth.
Li Chen, accompanied by Lian Hongshang, ascended to the top deck.
From such a height, the entirety of the Great Thunder Swamp lay in their view.
Gazing at the wild and primal swamp, Li Chen's mind conjured up two lines of poetry penned by Li Taibai.
Mountains vanish into the plains, rivers flow into the Great Wilderness.
And yet, the Great Thunder Swamp was more than just desolate.
Below the calm surface lurked undercurrents and deadly traps, a veritable death zone.
Their ship, like the Titanic, was certain to sink within. Now, it was merely a matter of time.
By then, out of the thousands on board, perhaps nine out of ten would perish.
