At this moment, the atmosphere surrounding the central plaza of the Myriad Dao Pavilion was thick with the hum of ancient machinery and the crackle of condensed spiritual energy.
Shen Haoran stood with the Five Crowns and Shangguan Mu'er in front of a massive Ark—a vessel of such gargantuan proportions that it cast a shadow over several city blocks.
The black star-iron hull was etched with glowing runes that pulsed like a slow, rhythmic heartbeat.
As the chosen leader of this eclectic and volatile group, Shen Haoran turned to face the dense crowds of noble geniuses and sect disciples.
