Chapter 97: Chapter 85: Long Live His Majesty!
"Yes!" Xu Yuan’s expression grew solemn, maintaining his kneeling posture as he accepted the order.
In truth, every one of them understood in their hearts the true significance of the Immortal’s proclamation as Emperor.
It was to clarify status, to define rules and systems!
If it had been before, facing Martial Artist Shen Yu, they could afford to relax, be casual; the Immortal was broad-minded and wouldn’t hold it against them.
But now, that’s no longer possible.
Martial Artist Shen Yu needs to embody authority.
The majesty of an Emperor, his commands above all!
This is essential for maintaining rule—even the most magnanimous Immortal cannot tolerate any further disrespect from others.
After all, this concerns the governance of hundreds of millions, and the Immortal’s great undertaking of overcoming tribulation.
Just look—even the Immortal’s own father-in-law is kneeling before him!
"Moving on, West Mountain Saintess." Martial Artist Shen Yu turned his gaze to the West Mountain Saintess.
"Your Majesty, you absolutely must not address me as such anymore." The West Mountain Saintess’s breathing nearly halted, "Just call me Yu Mumei."
West Mountain Saintess was somewhat stubborn, but she wasn’t foolish.
Before, it didn’t matter, but now she absolutely could not let His Majesty call her ’Saintess’.
Even if it wasn’t a problem at the moment, it would certainly lead to grave troubles later.
"Yu Mumei." Martial Artist Shen Yu had no objection. "Take several hundred masters, board the Immortal Ship, and head to the location where the storm just appeared. Bring back all survivors you find; I’ve already mapped out the route."
On the projection before them, a route was drawn out.
All areas around the Earth Martial Sect, which already fell within the storm’s range.
However, the storm had just appeared and was still spreading outward continuously.
The people in these areas had, in fact, started fleeing in waves as soon as trouble struck the Earth Martial Sect.
Yet, it’s possible there are still some left behind.
Even if there aren’t, it doesn’t matter.
They must follow the storm’s expansion, racing ahead of it to save as many as possible!
"Father-in-law, Shanshi, you’ll each take an Immortal Ship as well, flying along the other side of the designated route. The detection of Immortal Treasures will be synchronized to you—make absolutely certain you get ahead of the apocalyptic storm!" Intersellar world Shen Yu addressed the other two.
"Yes, sir!" The men hurriedly replied.
They fully understood Martial Artist Shen Yu’s intent.
There was more than one Immortal Ship!
Indeed, that was the case.
Intersellar world Shen Yu had rushed three ships here—already waiting in the Gray Mist Space—and there were even more than a dozen still en route.
Moreover, the scale of these three far surpassed the one before.
They were of an entirely different class.
After all, these weren’t small rear military transports, but front-line transport ships!
Then, after Martial Artist Shen Yu gave his orders, he brought the others outside.
At this moment, Moonstone City was likewise wrapped in blizzard, but thanks to the orders issued moments ago, one could still see masters braving the storm, leaping swiftly among the skyscrapers.
Soon, a dense ring circled around.
Many appeared dusty and bedraggled—evidently, most of them had been helping dig earth tunnels before being summoned.
Only the Immortal could muster and command such masterful beings.
Yet, none of these people knew why they’d been gathered; each stood in the frigid wind, watching the Immortal, who stood at the center and highest point.
Soon, they witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
The Immortal stepped directly into the storm and ascended into the sky!
This was no Qinggong—this was true flight!
But the most breathtaking part was still to come.
High in the sky, the Immortal, in full view of all, spread his arms wide.
In that instant, a swirl of Gray Mist rolled out in midair, swelling rapidly.
Until, finally, an immense black shadow emerged from the mist, slowly soaring forth!
Everyone, at that moment, had their eyes wide open—including Xu Yuan and the others.
Though they’d already inferred from Martial Artist Shen Yu’s words that there was more than one Immortal Ship, they’d assumed they’d be similar to the one hovering above Moonstone City right now.
That was already an Immortal Object beyond their comprehension.
But now, what were they seeing?
This was a colossal beast stretching for several kilometers, obscuring half the city itself—and the storm. All within the city stared gape-mouthed in terror and awe at the skies above.
"How is this an Immortal Ship?" A top-tier master trembled as he uttered what everyone was thinking, "This is practically an Immortal City!"
Indeed. This time’s transport ship was more than ten times the size of the previous one!
Just its length was a full four kilometers!
The width reached 1.3 kilometers.
Height: six hundred meters.
Because this vessel was originally designed to transport new recruits and combat AI robots, its internal space was maximized.
Cramming together, it could hold up to a million people!
Calling it a city would be no exaggeration.
In fact, in this world, many cities couldn’t accommodate numbers like these.
And as a military transport, the weaponry onboard was terrifying.
Specifics were unclear, but according to Intersellar world Shen Yu, just one of these ships could enable him to rule the entire Martial Arts World.
The Martial Arts Masters were mighty, but without hi-tech gear supporting them—especially battlefield targeting and deployment capabilities—they could only rely on their flesh in direct conflict with such instruments of war.