The hover bus, emblazoned with the words "East Sea Passenger Transport."
Amid a grating screech of metal, it slammed heavily onto the docking platform of Berth One.
The hiss of depressurizing airflow sounded like the sigh of a colossal beast.
The moment the cabin door opened, a gust of air—a mixture of ozone, metallic coolant, and a burnt smell—flooded in.
"COUGH, COUGH! What is that smell?
This is the legendary Immortal Blessed Land?"
Gao Fei pinched his nose, a constipated look on his face.
Han Feng, however, remained unfazed, even looking around with keen interest.
This was the lowest level of the Celestial Ship, colloquially known as the Keel Area.
Looking up, he saw not a blue sky, but a tangled web of massive pipes and a steel dome flashing with red warning lights.
What flowed through those pipes wasn't oil, but high-purity, liquid Spiritual Power.
