The spiritual boat drifting through the eastern clouds was small, carved from fragrant violet wood, and completely unassuming. It was not a heavily armored warship. It was the kind of luxurious pleasure boat wealthy young masters used for spring outings.
Inside the cozy cabin, Yan Shuo leaned back against a pile of soft silk pillows. His legs were casually crossed, one hand resting behind his head, while a glowing jade map floated in the air before him.
The map displayed the Central Continent. Dozens of glowing golden lines pulsed across the terrain, forming a vast, intricate web. These were the ancestral spiritual leylines, the very veins of the earth that Bai Chen was tapping into to power his continent-wide trap.
