“This humble one would never dare!” Wu Zhen turned ashen.

“Alright, stand guard outside with your men. I’m going into the cross ark to take a look.” Lu Yun infused the crystalline stone with Hongmeng qi before Wu Zhen could respond and disappeared with a flash. When he next appeared, he was inside an enormous space that was three thousand meters across.

“So it is a small cross ark. This one can hold thirty thousand cultivators.” Lu Yun assessed the ship’s internals, finding it very low on qi. There was much more in the barren outside, a sign that the ark was heavily damaged.

He sent his consciousness into the key and used it as a medium to inspect the entire ship.

“The core’s over here.” Lu Yun flashed to another space that held a ponderous object similar to a pill cauldron. It was the core of the ark—a pill cauldron named the cross forge. It was the center of propulsion for the ark and consumed spirit crystals...