A colossal shadow enveloped half of East Sea Fortress City.
Han Feng stood on the roof of the No. 3 Research Institute, gazing up at the northern sky.
It was not a layer of clouds, but a continent of steel in the truest sense.
Unlike the crude fortresses built on the ground for survival, this behemoth overhead, called a "Celestial Ship," was entirely covered in a deep black, matte armor.
Even from several thousand meters away, Han Feng could see it clearly with his [Spiritual Vision].
The surface of the armor was not smooth, but was instead engraved with countless, incredibly intricate patterns.
These patterns were slowly flowing, emitting a faint golden glow, and formed the energy circulation system for the entire floating city.
It just hovered silently in the clouds, without the roar of engines.
There was only a heart-pounding, low-frequency hum—the sound of immense Spiritual Power rushing through high-pressure conduits.
"Is this the handiwork of Kunlun?"
