The northern dry-docks of Taichu Sanctuary Valley bustled with the synchronized hum of heavy industrial machinery.
Built along the deep-water inlet of the newly formed emerald lake, the dockyard featured four massive titanium gantry cranes and twenty automated array assembly rigs.
The water lock system tapped directly into the subterranean spirit-water surging from the nine Earth-Dragon Veins, creating a buoyant, high-density aquatic basin capable of launching vessels weighing tens of thousands of tons.
Master Lu Jian stood at the edge of the central slipway, his yellow hard-hat gleaming in the morning sun.
Beside him stood Lin Xiaoxiao, the young president of the Nine-Heavens Artifact Pavilion, holding a gilded leather portfolio.
Behind Lin Xiaoxiao stood twenty-four master artifact craftsmen, each carrying specialized pneumatic spirit-chisels and diamond-edged plasma torches.
“Chairman Lin,” Lin Xiaoxiao greeted, bowing with bright, eager eyes. “I brought the finest senior smiths from Cloud-Mist Market. Our craftsmen have mastered the ancient technique of smelting star-gold with phoenix-fire, guaranteeing zero microscopic stress fractures across the entire keel.”
Lin Mo walked onto the dry-dock platform, accompanied by Su Wan and Tang Xiaomi.
