The sea and sky are vast, emerald and washed clean, yet at the horizon hangs a cloud layer like a long thick ink streak, stretching endlessly. If one ventures closer, they can see countless flashes of lightning like silver snakes darting and leaping, with sounds echoing far and wide, heard even across a thousand miles.
Suddenly, there is a loud noise; a massive ship a thousand feet long bursts through the dense clouds and grim fog, thundering through. The ship is aglow with countless talismanic scripts shimmering, casting a golden haze over the sea surface.
The entire ship tilts downwards, crashing onto the sea surface with a rumbling sound, shaking and quivering continuously until, after a moment, it finally stabilizes.
On the deck, Wang Caiting turns back to glance at the dark clouds, pats her chest, and says with lingering fear, "Sister, we finally passed through those ghost clouds."
