If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

For several days in a row, the fleet traveled at high speed in the void.

Inside the ship, the cultivators each stood guard at their posts, the array masters repeatedly calibrated the course, the gunners checked the psionic cannons, and the ship captains constantly exchanged coordinates and course through internal communication.

Zhou Ming was fine, but he would occasionally walk to the porthole and glance at the dark void outside.

As the fleet tore through space, the starlight outside was stretched into extremely faint rays, like countless thin silver needles, disappearing in an instant.

That day, the fleet had just completed a long-distance relocation when the captain came to report in person.

"Your Highness, we are not far from the Vast Sea Realm. At our current speed, one more full-power teleportation will take us to the outer edge of the Vast Sea Realm."

Before Zhou Ming could speak, a rapid alarm sounded inside the ship.

A red marker popped up on the main screen, indicating that a large amount of energy was rapidly approaching from directly ahead.

Zhou Ming glanced at it and immediately understood.

This was discovered by the White Elephant Clan.

The enemy fleet has begun to close in.

Zhou Ming immediately issued an order for the entire fleet to stop in place.

He brought over a hundred warships and hundreds of millions of cultivators from the Ming Dynasty with him this time.

These people are the foundation for future conquest of Taiping Realm and Hanhai Realm, and cannot be easily lost.

Now that the enemy has discovered us, instead of sending the entire fleet to fight head-on, it would be better for him to strike first and wipe out the enemy's vanguard.

Zhou Ming didn't delay any longer. He got up, walked to the ship's door, and slipped out of the main ship.

He flipped his hand and took out the Sumeru Shuttle, tossed it into the void ahead, and his figure vanished instantly.

After several teleportations, the outlines of numerous warships appeared in his consciousness.

In the distance, thousands of White Elephant Clan warships hovered silently in the void, their backs against the shimmering, vast ocean world, stretching as far as the eye could see.

These warships are entirely silver-white, with heavy bows, resembling silent behemoths.

With over a thousand ships lined up, the sight was truly astonishing.

Standing in front of these warships, Zhou Ming appeared so insignificant.

Compared to those colossal ships that are tens of thousands of feet long, he, a mere human being, is not even a speck of dust.

However, once cultivators reach the Mahayana stage, the strength between individuals is no longer determined by size.

If a cultivator's cultivation level is insufficient, no matter how large their physical size is, they are just an empty shell.

Zhou Ming gazed at these warships that resembled giant beasts and slowly drew out the "Fellow Daoist, Calm Down" sword.

He took a step forward and appeared to the side of the foremost warship.

He raised his longsword, its light flashing like a bolt of lightning, and cleaved the warship in front of him in two.

The ship was cleaved in two, and the spiritual patterns at the break point flashed, followed by a deafening explosion.

From a distance, the entire warship appeared to have exploded into a massive fireball, with countless fragments flying in all directions.

The cultivators inside the ship also seemed to have turned to ashes in the explosion.

In fact, long before Zhou Ming swung his sword, he had already enveloped the entire warship with the world power of the Qiankun Pearl.

All living beings inside the ship, along with the spirit stones that propelled the ship, were dragged into the Qiankun Pearl in that instant.

After the Qiankun Pearl absorbed the cultivators and spirit stones, the warship was nothing but an empty shell.

Only after the others were taken away did he swing his sword and shatter the empty shell.

Therefore, although the explosion looked terrifying, not a single person escaped, and not a single spirit stone was wasted.

As Zhou Ming approached the first warship, alarms sounded simultaneously on thousands of White Elephant Clan warships.

The muzzles of the psionic cannons turned towards Zhou Ming.

However, Zhou Ming was too fast and his size was too small, so he stuck to the side of the ship.

If those naval guns were to fire at this distance, they would probably blast their own warships to pieces first.

Therefore, although the White Elephant Clan had already locked onto Zhou Ming, they never dared to fire their cannons rashly.

It wasn't until Zhou Ming cleaved the first warship in two with a single sword strike that the Mahayana cultivators of the White Elephant Clan inside finally awoke from their daze.

They poured out of the various warships one after another, charging towards Zhou Ming.

Once Zhou Ming saw that the people had come out, he was no longer in a hurry to deal with the warships.

He carried a sign that read "Fellow Daoist, please calm your anger" and weaved through the crowd.

With each swing of the longsword, a Mahayana cultivator was beheaded.

Every time Zhou Ming killed someone, he would use his magic to drag the corpse and soul together into the Qiankun Pearl.

Zhou Ming moved so fast that his opponent didn't even have time to react.

In just a short while, most of the Mahayana cultivators who rushed out had already perished.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining people dared not go any further.

Some Mahayana cultivators immediately turned around and fled towards the Vast Sea Realm.

Zhou Ming did not pursue the scattered Mahayana cultivators.

These people were so terrified of him that no matter how far they ran, they wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

He turned his gaze back to the thousands of White Elephant Clan warships that had not yet been able to evacuate.

The White Elephant Clan cultivators on the ship had already witnessed their own Mahayana stage cultivators being slaughtered by Zhou Ming like cutting melons and vegetables, and had long lost their will to fight.

Now that they saw Zhou Ming looking over, they were terrified and hurriedly turned their ships around, trying to escape the area.

Unfortunately, Zhou Ming wasn't going to give them that chance.

With a thought, the power of the Qiankun Pearl spread out, enveloping the entire fleet.

The power of the world is all-pervasive, completely enveloping every warship, making it impossible for the cultivators on board to even operate the warships.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ming raised his hand and swung his sword. The sword light exploded, transforming into thousands of thin, thread-like sword energies that spread in all directions, precisely entangling each warship.

After the warships were enveloped by the sword energy, they all emitted a piercing burst of spiritual energy.

The next moment, thousands of warships exploded simultaneously, the flames spreading out and illuminating the entire void as if it were daytime.

The explosions continued incessantly, causing the space around them to tremble slightly.

Amidst the raging inferno, massive ships were torn to shreds, countless metal fragments scattering in all directions, enveloped in a dazzling light, like a grand fireworks display.

The flickering firelight reflected on Zhou Ming's face, making his expression appear even more stern.

Before the aftershocks of the explosion had even subsided, the Ming Dynasty's fleet had already caught up from the rear.

As a flagship approached, Zhou Ming slipped inside and gave a simple order.

"Invade the Vast Ocean Realm."

With his command, hundreds of warships accelerated simultaneously, their bows gleaming brightly as they surged towards the faintly glowing Vast Ocean Realm ahead.

The world barrier was no obstacle for the fleet. In a short while, the fleet broke through the barrier and rushed into the Vast Ocean Realm.

Upon entering the Vast Ocean Realm, Zhou Ming did not hesitate at all and immediately ordered the fleet to head towards the White Elephant Clan's lair.

Hundreds of warships sped through the sky, casting huge shadows as they swept over the cities.

Wherever it passed, various defensive formations on the ground lit up one after another, and alarms sounded one after another, echoing throughout the entire land.

What made the cultivators in those cities despair was that not a single person dared to stand up and stop them.

A fleet of over a hundred warships is no longer something that one or two Mahayana stage cultivators can stop.

At this point, whoever rushes forward is doomed.