The ship let out a low, deep growl—a strange sound, not mechanical, but alive… like a beast coiling up to strike.
The deck shuddered.
Everyone felt it.
The sails stiffened, glowing with soft lines of spiritual runes. The hull began to hum, the lights along its surface pulsing brighter and faster.
"On my mark," Noah said calmly, his hand still raised toward the barrier.
The cultivators around him tightened their grips on weapons or drew in a breath of focus. No one spoke. They didn't need to.
With one final pulse of energy, the ship moved.
In a blink, the entire vessel shot forward like a released arrow.
For a single second, a streak of silver light tore through the sea, slicing toward the barrier.
Water jets were sprayed in all directions.
The runes flared—gold and blue flashed like lightning across the sky—and then they twisted, warped… and vanished.
The ship disappeared for a moment.
The next moment, the world shifted.
Boom!
