The battlefield trembled under the weight of destruction. Smoke curled in the air, dust rising in thick clouds as broken stones and shattered earth. The heavens split apart with countless sonic booms.
Explosions of sound echoed across the sky, leaving rippling shockwaves that made the very clouds tremble.
Far below, on the colossal Dark Pearl—a spiritual ship of terrifying grandeur—the members of the Sanatan Flame Sect gazed upward in awe. The ship's dark surface pulsed faintly with spiritual energy, towering in size like a floating fortress. Even from this distance, its sheer might sent shivers down spines.
Jun Hua stood among them, her eyes widened in disbelief. She had seen spiritual ships before, but never one of this magnitude.
So vast… it feels like an ancient beast floating above the world itself, she thought, her lips parting slightly in amazement.
The scene shifted.
