The Celestial Ship is me, and I am the Celestial Ship.
It's similar to a martial artist attaining the state of unity between man and sword.
Everything within the Celestial Ship is as clear as observing the lines on one's palm. Inside and out, Zhou Chen can clearly feel it, as if it's an extension of his own body.
"The Celestial Ship is ready, prepared for ascension. Is ascension desired?"
The clear and lively voice of the Red Dust rings solemnly in Zhou Chen's heart.
"Ascend!"
As Zhou Chen's voice falls, the entire Celestial Ship bursts forth with boundless light in an instant, undergoing dramatic changes.
Like a mortal attaining enlightenment, becoming an Immortal, becoming a god.
The originally colossal Flying Ship rapidly grows.
Twenty thousand feet.
Thirty thousand feet.
Fifty thousand feet.
....
The Celestial Ship's size can vary, just like a cultivator wielding divine techniques, expanding the body to ten thousand, a hundred thousand feet.
