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Just then, the entire Moyun Shuttle suddenly shuddered violently without any warning!

"Thump!"

A dull thud came from all parts of the shuttle, followed by a teeth-grinding, creaking sound as if metal was being twisted by an invisible force.

The shuttle suddenly tilted to the left, and the jade slips and teacups on the table slid off with a crash. Shi Tie, who was sharpening his axe, stumbled and almost fell. Wang Hu opened his eyes instantly, his hand already on the hilt of his knife. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai cried out in alarm.

"What's going on?!" Shi Tie steadied himself and roared.

At the main control panel, Shen Mo remained calm, his hands already resting on the control array plate. The array plate flashed rapidly, displaying the violent and chaotic spiritual energy flowing outside.

"We've entered the stable gale zone." Shen Mo's calm voice reached everyone's ears, carrying a reassuring power. "Qingyan, activate the 'Mystic Turtle Sea-Suppressing Formation.' Everyone, hold your ground, protect your bodies with your true energy, and do not leave the cabin!"

Zhao Qingyan had already put down the jade slip, and her slender fingers danced like butterflies on the secondary control array plate, sending beams of spiritual light into it.

On the surface of the Mo Yun Shuai Shuai, a thick, pale yellow light shield with tortoise-shell patterns quickly appeared and solidified. Beyond the light shield, there was a visible, bluish-gray airflow, like a raging sea!

That airflow was no ordinary wind; it contained fine, knife-like fragments of space, violent and chaotic spiritual energy of the five elements, and even a trace of dark red "Xun wind evil energy" filled with destructive aura!

The gale-force winds were like knives, frantically cutting and crashing against the Xuan Turtle's light shield, emitting chilling shrieks and muffled thuds.

The light shield fluctuated violently, its light flickering unpredictably, as if it might be torn apart at any moment.

The Mo Yun Shuttle was like a small boat in a storm, tossed and turned, rocking left and right. Everyone in the cabin felt dizzy. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, had already turned pale and felt nauseous.

"The Xuan Turtle Formation won't last much longer!" Zhao Qingyan said urgently, sweat beading on her forehead. "The strength and density of the gale here are beyond our expectations! Moreover, the wind direction is changing without any pattern, and the formation is being depleted too quickly!"

Shen Mo's gaze flashed like lightning as he swept over the wildly fluctuating runes and data on the main control array plate. He snorted coldly, and his vast Nascent Soul stage divine sense and true essence poured into the core of the array plate without reservation!

"Buzz—!"

The entire Moyun Shuttle emitted a deep resonance, and for the first time, the silver patterns on the surface of the shuttle, which were infused with the runes of Qingyun Palace, lit up completely!

An aura of vastness, antiquity, and resilience spread out, quickly merging with the "Mysterious Turtle Sea-Suppressing Array" set up by Zhao Qingyan. On the pale yellow light shield, specks of silver stars appeared, flowing endlessly, as if transforming into a miniature, stable starry sky, firmly protecting the Ink Cloud Shuttle within.

The impact of the gale was immediately distributed and weakened considerably, and the shuttle's swaying lessened somewhat. However, Shen Mo could feel that his true essence was being consumed at an alarming rate. The area covered by this gale was probably quite large.

"Sect Leader! Thirty miles directly ahead, the gale-force winds and turbulent currents are at their strongest! Eighty miles to the left, the winds are relatively weak, but the earth's energy is extremely chaotic, as if there are hidden spatial turbulences!" A-Tu's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with pain.

He had somehow ended up lying on the bottom of the cabin, his hands pressed tightly against the floor, his face pale. Clearly, the immense strain of trying to sense the earth's energy and spatial fluctuations was taking a toll on him.

"A-Tu, that's enough, withdraw your divine sense!" Shen Mo shouted, and at the same time pushed the control lever without hesitation.

With a low whistle, the Mo Yun Shuttle carved an arc through the raging gale-force winds and rushed toward the weak spot on the left that A Tu had pointed out.

This turn was extremely difficult, as if it were going upstream against a waterfall. The shuttle body groaned under the strain, and the silvery light shield twisted violently, with even tiny cracks appearing in several places.

"Shi Tie, Wang Hu, channel your true essence into the array's core beneath your feet!" Shen Mo commanded.

"Yes!" Shi Tie and Wang Hu sat down cross-legged without hesitation, pressing their palms against the two points of light that suddenly appeared on the deck.

Their pure Foundation Establishment true essence surged in, and although it was not as vast as Shen Mo's Nascent Soul power, it was like two streams merging into a river, slightly enhancing the stability of the light shield.

Zhao Qingyan gritted her teeth, her fingers flying as she constantly adjusted parts of the formation, repairing cracks and relieving pressure. Li Xiaocao also rushed out of the alchemy room, frantically pulling two bottles of pills from her medicine pouch and shoving them at Shi Tie and Wang Hu: "Quick, put them in your mouths to replenish your true energy!"

The Moyun Shuttle struggled through the raging winds and waves, each jolt tugging at everyone's hearts. Inside the cabin, all was silent except for the hum of the array in operation, the shrill roar of the impacting winds, and the heavy breathing of the crew.

Time seemed to stretch out. Every breath felt like an eternity.

After an unknown amount of time—perhaps the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, perhaps an hour—the despairing, bluish-gray raging tide ahead finally began to thin. The howling of the gale gradually subsided, and the vibrations of the shuttle body also calmed down.

When the Mo Yun Shuttle suddenly lightened and completely broke out of a relatively calm airspace, everyone in the cabin breathed a long sigh of relief, and many people fell to the ground, sweating profusely.

Zhao Qingyan was pale and almost collapsed. She slowly sat down against the cabin wall. Shi Tie and Wang Hu were also panting heavily; they had really exhausted their true energy just now.

Atu collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, muttering, "My goodness... I almost thought I was going to be crushed to pieces..."

Shen Mo slowly withdrew his hands from the array plate, his fingertips trembling slightly. He regulated his breathing for a moment, then glanced out the window.

Outside, the sky was still filled with a sea of ​​clouds, but the scenery was different. The clouds here had a strange pale purple hue, were much thinner, and had extremely high visibility.

At the far horizon, a breathtaking and indescribable scene slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

That was a "sea".

An "ocean" suspended in the void, composed of countless broken, distorted fragments of space refracting a mesmerizing light.

Large fragments, like mountain peaks, small ones, like grains of sand, float silently, drifting slowly, with unfathomable dark voids between them. The fragments themselves are not physical entities, but rather like solidified light, distorted shadows, and scars of space, refracting a colorful light, yet exuding a cold and deathly aura.

Occasionally, a huge, illusory "meteorite" phantom, burning with illusory flames, will silently pass through the gaps between the fragments, leaving behind a lingering afterglow.

Beautiful, eerie, deathly silent, dangerous.

"The Fallen Star Sea... a tributary." Zhao Qingyan stood up, supporting herself against the cabin wall, and looked at the magnificent yet terrifying celestial phenomenon in the distance. She spoke softly, her voice hoarse with a hint of shock.

"My God..." Shi Tie's mouth gaped open, unable to close it for a long time. "This...this is really the sea? How come it's floating in the sky? Those glowing things...are they broken stars?"

"It's not the real sea, nor is it the real stars." Shen Mo walked to the porthole, gazing at the shattered space with a deep look in his eyes. "It was an ancient war, or some unimaginable natural disaster, that shattered the spatial structure of that area, forming a permanent spatial fracture zone."

"Those luminous fragments are reflections of the shattered space itself. Those 'meteorites' may be free-floating laws of shattering, or phantom dust from other realms caught in them."

He paused, then added, "The Fallen Star Sea is one of the most infamous forbidden zones and death zones in the Eastern Wilderness. Even Nascent Soul cultivators face a near-certain death if they enter. What we see is just a tiny tributary on its very edge, and it's extremely far away."

"Even so, we must never get close. The space there is extremely unstable, and any external disturbance could trigger a chain reaction of collapses, or we could be swept into spatial turbulence and be left with nothing but ashes."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and their gazes toward the "beautiful" sea of ​​light were immediately filled with awe and apprehension.

Shen Mo carefully maneuvered the Ink Cloud Shuttle, adjusting its direction cautiously to bypass the area. He didn't want to get involved in even a tributary.