Massive as Ye Hanxin's ship was, powered by Magic Beast Crystal Cores, it was still a product of a diminished age. Back when Ancient Magic and Sword Qi flourished side by side, technology of every kind had reached its absolute peak — that was a truly glorious era.
Everything people knew today had been painstakingly recovered over countless years, pieced back together as Ancient Ruins were unsealed across the continent. But none of it could hold a candle to the achievements of the Ancient Era, because those technologies had been locked away by a privileged few, hoarded and monopolized. The golden age of a hundred schools of thought blooming at once would never come again.
The great vessel named the Madman cut through the sea at a smooth, powerful clip. The name was chosen to honor the Madman Mercenary Corps, now scattered to the winds. For all but Long Xiang, those two words carried a weight that ran bone-deep.
But now, it seemed the ship's own time was running out.
