The ship was far more than just a vessel for transportation. It housed a proper city equipped with every convenience a cultivator might need during a long voyage. It reminded Luo Chen of the luxury cruise ships from before his transmigration. Most people had no idea how extravagant those cruises could be, with shopping streets, theaters, bouldering facilities, and even golf courses. Yet even the grandest of them all looked modest beside the ship under his feet.

The hull of the ship had been constructed from the three-hundred-zhang-long corpse of a Glaive Whale Emperor; this already colossal frame had been further expanded until the completed vessel stretched five hundred zhang from bow to stern. Pavilions, towers, gardens, and waterside terraces covered its decks, while palaces of differing heights rose in rows. Shops and leisure halls occupied entire stretches of the vessel, offering nearly every comfort and diversion a passenger could desire. With such grandeur, calling it an immortal city floating upon the sea was no exaggeration.

Even with several thousand people aboard, the ship...