The Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser plunged deeper into the dark waters of the North Atlantic.
Outside the crystalline viewing ports, the sunlit ocean surface faded in seconds, replaced first by gloomy twilight, and then by total, crushing darkness.
At a depth of three thousand meters, the water pressure reached four thousand pounds per square inch. Yet within the cruiser’s golden hydrostatic shield, the ship moved as smoothly as a bird in the sky. Master Lu Jian stood calmly at the bronze helm, adjusting the ventral anti-gravity rings to match the descending trench slope.
“We are approaching depth minus three thousand two hundred meters,” Lu Jian announced. “Sonar detects metal hull distress signals directly ahead.”
Lin Mo stood beside him, watching the green telemetry screens.
“Illuminate the trench,” Lin Mo instructed.
Twin celestial searchlights flared on the cruiser’s bow, casting beams of brilliant golden light into the black abyss.
The light illuminated a grim scene.
