At the edge of the Ixalaria Continent lay an island known as Iter Island, a lone survivor in the aftermath of the Abyss Breakout.
While half of the mighty Ixalaria Continent behind it had succumbed to the corrupting tides of Abyss Energy, Iter Island remained strangely untouched, as if shielded by fate itself. On the other side of the island stretched the endless, uncharted sea, a vast and mysterious expanse known to devour even the bravest sailors.
The na "Iter" ant "Journey" in the ancient tongue, and it was fitting. This island served as the starting point for countless drears, adventurers, and madn who dared to sail toward the Farthest North — a place whispered about in legend, beyond the known world. Because of this, the island had earned a second na, spoken with both reverence and dread: ’The Island of Journeys.’
On this day, at the Waypoint Terminal — a teleportation hub at the heart of Iter Island — the portal shimred and rippled like a silver pond before exploding outward with light.
Out of the portal stepped Lily Gos, her sharp eyes surveying the bustling island, followed by Mathilda, Mana, Darla, Isha, Hawk, and Taka. Each of them carried an air of excitent mixed with tension, fully aware that this might be their last ti standing on safe, familiar land.
"Let’s go... the ship is arriving," Lily said, her voice calm yet filled with anticipation.
"Aye aye, Vice Captain~" Mana said playfully, giving a mock salute that made Darla and Mathilda chuckle as they left the teleportation hub.
The group made their way through the sparsely populated streets toward the private port. It was unusually quiet — only a few workers moved about, tending to supplies and maintaining the docks. Tyler had already rented this port in advance, reserving it solely for their use.
"There! Look, it’s our ship!" Mana said, her voice light and cheerful as she pointed toward the familiar figure anchored in the distance — the White rchant Ship, their old vessel that had carried them through so many adventures.
"But we’re not sailing it this ti..." Mathilda murmured, her tone tinged with sadness.
The White rchant Ship had served them well, but it wasn’t built to survive the brutal trials of the Northern Seas. Tyler knew that better than anyone. What they needed now was sothing beyond ordinary — an indestructible ship, one worthy of a voyage to the end of the world.
"Tyler is coming here on the new ship," Lily confird, sensing the unspoken worries of the group. "He hired the best shipwrights and engineers to design and build it from scratch. It’s not just a ship — it’s a fortress made for the impossible."
As they approached the dock, a group disembarked from the White rchant Ship. Leading them was Tuman, the temporary captain Tyler had appointed after he left for the Academy. Tuman had done well, managing the crew and keeping the ship in excellent condition while Tyler was away.
Tuman and the remaining crew mbers lined up and saluted, showing their respect.
Lily nodded approvingly, then addressed them with a serious tone, "Good. Even though most of you are only Master Level cultivators, it doesn’t matter. The new ship won’t need a large crew to operate. Our goal is no longer simple trading. This ti, we’re voyaging into the unknown. Into the far North."
The group stiffened, understanding the gravity of her words.
"There’s a high chance we won’t return," Lily continued bluntly. "Captain Tyler already made it clear — if any of you want to stay behind, you are free to do so. If you have families, if you fear the Northern Seas, then it’s better you stay here and live."
Tuman stepped forward without hesitation. He placed his right hand over his chest and declared, "I will follow Captain White and Vice Captain Lily, no matter where the journey leads."
Several of the crew mbers moved to stand behind him, faces full of determination.
Yet, there were also so who quietly stepped back, unwilling to gamble their lives on a journey so dangerous that even the gods might weep for them.
Lily didn’t bla them. She didn’t even spare them a second glance. This voyage was not for the weak-hearted.
As they waited at the shore, a sudden gust of wind swept over the port, causing everyone’s cloaks and hair to flutter.
From beyond the clouds — thick with the ominous Abyss mist hanging over the Ixalaria Continent — four colossal airships descended slowly, their great propellers humming a deep, rhythmic tune that vibrated through the very ground.
And suspended between them, tied by massive chains reinforced with shimring runes, was a ship unlike any they had ever seen.
A true titan of the seas.
The airships carried it with the utmost care, lowering it through the dense mist until it began to gleam under the late afternoon sun, its polished hull flashing like a blade drawn against the heavens.
On the ship’s expansive deck, standing tall and composed, was Tyler White himself, clad in a crisp white suit that fluttered slightly in the sea breeze. His black-gloved hand rested lightly on the ship’s rail, his sharp eyes scanning the endless sea that lay before them.
A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
The ship was everything he had envisioned — and more.
Constructed from a blend of the rarest and most mystical materials imaginable: Mutated Aura Cedar, Platinum Buloke, Lightweight Quebracho, Phoenix Sandalwood, and the mythical Dragon Rosewood. Each timber pulsed faintly with dormant life, as if the woods themselves were eager to sail into legend. Rare ores, painstakingly acquired from the perilous Abyss through daring trades with Abyss Hunters, were woven into its very fra.
Every surface, every plank, and every mast had been ticulously engraved with the most advanced arrays known to man. Tyler had personally invited the greatest Array Masters of the Ixalaria Continent to inscribe the ship with defensive wards, propulsion spells, and secret chanisms known only to him.
This was not just a ship — it was his ho now.
It could withstand the bombardnt of powerful spells, resist the corrosion of Abyss Energy, and even, if necessary, survive a direct clash with an Immortal. More importantly, it possessed ans to escape should a confrontation with such beings prove unavoidable.
Down on the shore, Mana’s mouth twitched cutely as she tilted her head.
"Hmm..."
Lily, standing beside her, caught the expression and raised an eyebrow. "You don’t like the ship?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the gorgeous blue-hulled vessel descending through the mist.
"Mana likes it! But..." Mana puffed her cheeks, "...it’s almost the sa size as our old ship?"
Mathilda crossed her arms with a bored look. She was little down, because there are few females in the crew "Hmph. Maybe Tyler just wasted money on decorations."
Lily, however, only smiled knowingly.
"Hehehe... with Tyler’s personality?" she said, her voice light. "You think he just built a normal ship?"
Mathilda blinked. "Wait... you an —?"
Mathilda raised her brows. "Spatial Expansion Arrays?"
Lily nodded and shook her head, "Not that... Rember Tyler has sothing better than that."
Mana’s eyes widened in realization. "Ahhh!"
A shiver of excitent ran through the group. If Tyler had gone beyond Spatial Expansion Array, then the ship’s interior could be only that ’thing’.
They quickly understood how the ship interior looks like.
As the four airships aligned perfectly above the private dock, the chains slowly slackened, and the great ship was gently set down onto the water with a massive but controlled splash.
Waves rolled over the shore, soaking the dock workers’ boots as they gawked at the ship in awe.
Tyler turned toward his gathered crew. His gaze, firm and burning with a quiet fire, swept over each of them. These were the ones who chose to stay, to face the unknown together.
He raised a hand casually.
"Let’s begin," Tyler said simply.
The gangplank descended with a soft thud onto the dock, a bridge between the old world they knew and the new future they would carve.
As they moved closer to the towering ship, the details of its craftsmanship beca even more breathtaking. The wood glead under the pale light, and the shimring arrays pulsed faintly across the surface, as if the vessel itself was alive.
Then, an intricate crest carved into the hull caught their eyes — a masterfully detailed image of a White Kun Fish, its graceful form twisting through stylized waves. The Kun, a legendary creature said to traverse the endless skies and seas, seed almost to move when viewed from different angles.
Beneath the crest, carved in bold, flowing letters that seed to dance with subtle aura light, was the ship’s na:
White Pearl.
The crew stood in silent awe, the na echoing in their hearts. It was a na that carried beauty, strength, and endless dreams — a promise of adventure across the uncharted waters ahead.
Lily smiled softly.
"It suits him," she murmured.
Tyler, standing proudly on the deck above, extended a hand toward them, his voice cutting through the salty breeze.
"Welco aboard," he said. "This... is where our true journey begins."
The White Pearl, gleaming like a beacon, awaited its first voyage into the unknown.
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