Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1302 705: Sudden Upheaval

Within the Void Dark Heaven, a realm of chaos and mist, spacetime storms raged without cessation.

The Sky Sea Divine Ship, akin to a fragile vessel navigating an oceanic expanse of time and space, sped silently and swiftly toward a predetermined spacetime beacon.

Zhao Sheng initially perceived this as an ordinary voyage, no different from the countless previous journeys undertaken by the Divine Ship.

Yet, the world's capriciousness is undeniable, and the will of heaven remains inscrutable! Sometimes, a tree desires stillness, but the wind refuses to cease!

During the first month of departure, an atmosphere of tranquility pervaded the Sky Sea Divine Ship. Passengers began their usual routines, creating an illusion of normalcy.

In Zhao Sheng's cabin, the gray-robed elder and the green-dressed woman frequently emerged from their respective rooms, engrossed in their own affairs.

The white-robed Han Wu maintained a profound quietude, typically engaged in meditative repose, only venturing out once before promptly returning to his cabin.

As the second month drew to a close, on a particular day, the Sky Sea Divine Ship experienced a sudden, violent jolt. The cabin barrier flickered erratically, as if struck by an unseen force.

"Hmm, what exactly is happening?" Zhao Sheng's eyes snapped open, his brow furrowed in inquiry.

Han Wu, the gray-robed elder, and the green-dressed woman, all occupants of the same cabin, also looked up, their expressions a mixture of uncertainty and suspicion.

At that precise moment, a flash of light materialized on the cabin door, revealing a humanoid silhouette. Waves of sound emanated from it:

"Attention all passengers, a formidable spacetime storm approaches, but there is no cause for alarm. The ship's protective prohibition is capable of withstanding destruction-level spacetime storms. Please remain calmly within your cabins and refrain from movement."

"A formidable spacetime storm?..." Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered, and a sense of relief immediately washed over him.

In the Dark Sky, spacetime storms are ubiquitous. Large-scale, intense spacetime storms are common occurrences, whereas destruction-level storms, capable of breaching spacetime barriers and impacting the present, are rare. It is rumored that the genesis of destruction-level storms often originates from higher-level voids, such as Divine Palace Heaven, Near Heaven, and similar realms.

Shortly after the silhouette's voice subsided, the cabin barrier abruptly flickered with intense brightness, then inexplicably ceased functioning entirely.

Simultaneously, a rumbling sound resonated from beyond the cabin, causing the interior to sway violently, much like a roller coaster.

Zhao Sheng's expression grew serious as he gazed through the crystal window. He observed the chaotic darkness of the void illuminated by boundless, magnificent auroras. Against this backdrop of resplendent light, a nearly unprecedented spacetime storm unleashed terribly violent destructive power.

Wherever the storm passed, the dark void transmuted into true nothingness. All matter and energy disintegrated instantaneously, swept away into an unknown destination.

The outer hull of the Sky Sea Divine Ship ignited with exceedingly dazzling flames. The nearly indestructible, Vajra Body-like metal exterior rapidly became incandescent, its surface temperature soaring to an unimaginable degree. Soon after, the outer wall began to soften and melt, its defensive arrays having long since been annihilated by the spacetime storm, rendering them utterly useless.

"The Sky Sea Divine Ship isn't as secure as it seems after all! It appears I must devise an escape route in advance," Zhao Sheng mused aloud, a peculiar lack of anxiety in his heart.

As a half-immortal of the Void, even if the ship were obliterated, he could, at worst, traverse the void with his physical body. After all, death was not an option, though the experience would undoubtedly be exceedingly troublesome.

As the spacetime storm intensified, the Sky Sea Divine Ship swayed violently, and the ship's structure began to subtly crumble. This caused panic among passengers in various cabins, who seemingly witnessed the dawn of an apocalypse.

However, at this juncture, Zhao Sheng faintly perceived something amiss; logically, the Sky Sea Divine Ship should not be so easily destroyed. Its defensive arrays were compromised with astonishing speed, almost unbelievably weak.

"Could there be an infiltrator on board... deliberately sabotaging the defensive formation?" A sudden thought struck Zhao Sheng.

"Everyone, do not panic. The Sky Sea Divine Ship will not be destroyed so easily; it is merely a minor spacetime storm, and it will soon dissipate," asserted the gray-robed elder, his face slightly pale but bravely attempting to reassure everyone.

"What Elder She stated is profoundly true. The Sky Sea Divine Ship possesses incredible fortitude; we will all be fine... we will be fine," the green-dressed woman, struggling to avert her gaze from the window, hastily declared, her voice laced with fear.

Zhao Sheng remained silent, merely turning his head to observe Han Wu. He immediately noted the latter's extraordinary composure, as if the current crisis held no concern for him whatsoever.

Indeed!

This individual must be a deeply concealed half-immortal of the Void; naturally, he would harbor no fear of the ship's disintegration and subsequent takeover.

"Boom boom boom..."

Numerous colossal impacts continuously resounded throughout the ship. The silver-white outer hull burst into blinding flames, and some fragile, thinner sections of the ship's body began to exhibit countless cracks, which then split open.

Wave after wave of indescribably intense tremors permeated the cabin walls, infiltrating each compartment. Chaotic law fluctuations, intrinsic to the spacetime storm, also surged into the ship's interior, inflicting severe pain upon divine souls and discomfort upon passengers with lesser cultivation.

Most passengers appeared exceedingly pale, capable of enduring only by desperately channeling their energy.

"Wow!" The gray-robed elder's face abruptly flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura in disarray.

"Elder She, are you well?" The green-dressed woman anxiously inquired with concern upon witnessing this scene.

The white-robed young man, Han Wu, glanced toward the sound, his expression remaining utterly serene, devoid of any discernible fluctuation.

The gray-robed elder's countenance turned exceedingly grim, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

At this moment, only he understood that, at some point, he had become a victim of someone's machinations, with the suspect potentially being an occupant of the very same cabin.