The Zhulian Island Group.
The moment Lü Zhong arrived, he noticed something was off.
'An Ironclad Ship?'
Hovering a thousand zhang in the air, he looked down at a bay below. A colossal ship came into view, its entire hull constructed from a silvery-white metal. Its surface was dotted with turrets, antennae, and other features, giving it a high-tech feel.
The ship was not in good condition, however. The hull bore numerous dents, claw marks, and other damage, clearly caused by a Sea Beast attack.
'An Ironclad Ship in the Cultivation Realm? How interesting!'
Lü Zhong chuckled softly, his mind instantly racing with possibilities.
Like the origins of this group of humans below.
And their current location.
If he wasn't mistaken, this technologically advanced nation must have originated from a land barren of Spiritual Qi, very likely on the other side of the Boundless Sea.
Suddenly, an invisible wave swept past him.
'Is that radar? No, it seems more advanced...' Lü Zhong mused.
