One Piece: The Celestial Dragons' Self-Cultivation

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When they first set off from the top of the Western Heaven, both Blake and the young female slaves were quite excited.

I've never experienced sailing on the clouds before.

But as the days went by, it became a bit boring.

The deck of the Temple has returned to its former state.

Kella and Mandy were practicing, while Stella was preparing tea and refreshments.

Perona lay listlessly on the deck, completely disregarding her appearance.

"How boring! It feels no different from being at sea."

Blake glanced at her dismissively:

"If I throw you off here, you won't be bored anymore."

Perona was no longer afraid of him, and with a soft snort, she turned her head away.

Robin put down the book he was holding:

"We've been traveling on this route for quite some time now, and we should be arriving at the Sky Island soon."

"Look! There really is an island!"

Before Robin could finish speaking, Rami pointed ahead and shouted loudly.

Looking in the direction she pointed, a floating island shimmering with multicolored light could be seen faintly in the distance.

"What a beautiful island!"

Kerla exclaimed in surprise.

Indeed, due to its unique geographical environment and climate, the Sky Island surpasses most of the islands in Qinghai in terms of aesthetic appeal.

Soon, the Temple arrived at the Sky Island dock, following the path up to the western summit.

Seven-colored shells are inlaid on the steps made of crystal vines and coral, shimmering with the rhythm of the tides.

The port authority was standing in front of the control panel, holding a conductor's cone and adjusting the pitch.

"Welcome to the City of Clouds. I am Locke, the port officer here."

He smiled and gestured to the crowd, showing no sign of surprise.

Clearly, quite a few people from Qinghai must have come here via the Western Summit.

Blake gestured for the women to disembark, while Locke pointed to the steps on the ground and reminded them:

"These sound-producing steps will produce different tones depending on the footsteps, but please be careful..."

Perona had already hopped up the steps, and several detonators immediately emitted sharp noises.

Locke quickly adjusted the console, and the pitch returned to normal:

“In humid areas, the soundboard is more susceptible to moisture, producing overtones. We usually recommend that tourists visit drier areas, where the pitch is more stable.”

Blake did not respond, but simply stood at the highest point, his gaze sweeping across the entire harbor.

He tapped his scepter lightly on the ground, and Mandy immediately stepped forward and carried Perona back to the dry area.

Robin looked down at the other person's hands and asked curiously:

Do these detonators need regular maintenance?

"You need to wipe it with Narwhal oil every week, otherwise dust will accumulate in the resonance cavity and affect the sound quality."

He pointed to the groove at the edge of the step:

"Look, this is where you inject the oil during maintenance."

After listening, Blake simply glanced at his watch:

"Let's go, let's explore this island today and come back before dark."

As the group continued onward, Stella casually bought some local specialties from the Sky Island at a shop on the street.

Continuing on, Blake and the others arrived at a scenic area.

The pipes of varying thicknesses are laid out in the air, arranged in a staggered but orderly manner, without appearing cluttered.

The colorful liquid flows through the transparent pipe, forming a dazzling vortex.

A technician was inspecting a certain node when he saw tourists approaching, so he stopped working.

"These pipelines transport different flavors of juice."

Seeing everyone looking over, she smiled shyly and touched her head.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Technician Adele."

She pointed to the colorful pipes in front of her:

"Mango puree, coconut milk, cloudberry syrup... the flow rate of each liquid is precisely calculated."

Kella curiously leaned closer:

Why does strawberry juice flow faster than mango juice?

"Because of the different densities."

Robin offered a reminder, and Adele nodded, then tapped on the pipe wall:

"These spirals reduce turbulence and ensure smooth liquid delivery."

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," a section of the pipe burst open, and mango pulp sprayed out.

Adele quickly pulled out the sound detonator and shouted a few syllables at it, and the pipe immediately stopped leaking.

She wiped her sweat and smiled somewhat awkwardly:

"This is an emergency order; every repairman needs to memorize these codes."

Blake didn't comment, only thinking that these Sky Islanders were incredibly extravagant, actually laying pipes specifically to transport juice.

After playing around for a while, Stella asked Adele about suitable areas to visit.

Following their directions, we arrived at the Sky Garden where the "Heart Cloud" is cultivated.

In the garden, a gardener who looked quite old was using a special shell to prune the cloud vines.

Rami reached out and touched the floating, glowing clouds, which immediately coalesced into blurry animal shapes.

The old gardener put down his work and went closer to observe:

“The clouds of the heart reflect the emotions of the person who touches them, but excessive contact will cause them to crystallize.”

Rami quickly withdrew his hand. Robin, who was standing nearby, noticed the change in the cloud and asked:

"Can they store memories?"

"In some ways, yes."

The old gardener first nodded:

"In fact, they tend to capture fleeting emotions rather than specific images."

Others also stepped forward and began to touch the cloud of the heart with their hands.

The clouds transformed into different scenes, eliciting gasps of amazement from the crowd.

Blake tried it too, and the cloud in his hand turned into the shape of a teardrop, which represented his calm state of mind at that moment.

After spending most of the day exploring the island, the group returned to the ship at dusk, and the Temple set sail again.

A few days after leaving the City of Clouds, the outline of an island reappeared ahead.

"I wonder how this Sky Island differs from the Cloud City?"

Robin stood at the bow of the ship, resting his chin on his hand.

The younger girls were also discussing it animatedly.

Blake raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised.

The Temple slowly approached, and the noise on the deck gradually subsided.

Because this island doesn't look like a good place.

To be precise, this is not a single island, but an island group consisting of several floating islands.

Dozens of island fragments were lifted to a height of 10,000 meters by an invisible force and then forcibly riveted together with chains and rock pillars.

The central palace's spire pierces the clouds, surrounded by volcanic islands flowing with lava, pale ice islands, and strange islands shrouded in purple mist, forming a three-dimensional fortress that defies the laws of nature.

Looking out from the deck of the Temple, the floating islands appeared and disappeared amidst the thunderstorm.

The ash continuously spewed from the volcanic island blackened the sky, clashing with the cold air generated by the ice and snow island to form a vortex cloud with a diameter of one kilometer.

Occasionally, flashes of lightning illuminated the outline of the upside-down island.

Blake chuckled softly:

"Ah! I wonder if I'm the unluckier one, or you are?"

"I think this could be described as—mutual misfortune?"

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The morning light pierced through the thin clouds, gilding the floating islands with gold.

Blake's figure appeared instantly in the cabin at the back of the ship.

Before the two couples could even discover the floating island, they were both knocked unconscious and thrown onto their respective beds.

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After doing all this, Blake went to the bow of the Temple.

A surge of Conqueror's Haki, imbued with a ghostly aura, erupted into the sky, causing a sudden and dramatic change in the weather.

Everyone on the Temple, except for the women who were on the same deck as Blake, lay on the ground.

Black's Conqueror's Haki, after being stacked several times, was even stronger than that of Im, who possessed Junko.

It not only stunned all the strange creatures on the floating island, but also created a real storm.

The golden lion was sitting in the palace on the central volcanic island, with his legs crossed.

He no longer has the option to cross his legs.

He was simply crossing his legs, which were made of two famous swords, and was dozing off.

Suddenly, the Golden Lion sensed a wave of Conqueror's Haki that seemed to be tangible sweeping towards him.

The intensity of this Conqueror's Haki was so high that even a seasoned pirate like Shiki, who had witnessed countless powerful figures, was momentarily stunned.

He then burst into laughter:

"Hehehehe..."

The golden lion rose from the ground, smashing through the palace dome and appearing in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, he saw Blake standing not far away, looking at him from the bow of the ship.

The golden lion flew closer, examined it carefully for a moment, and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"Hehehehe..."

"Truly worthy of being a descendant of the Twenty Kings..."

"Another one like you has appeared among the Celestial Dragons."

After making a sigh, the Golden Lion suddenly let out a cold laugh:

"I don't know how many Celestial Dragon brats like you I killed back in the day!"

"Those five old men dared to let a brat like you out? Aren't they afraid I'll kill them?"

Blake bowed slightly, his posture as elegant as if he were attending a court ball:

"I've also heard a little about Shiki's deeds in God Valley."

"I heard that back then, the four seniors were chased around by Garp."

"Is all you can do now, senior, is scare people with your past?"