Retracing

The Inch Boat.

A swaying figure shielded a bronze candle flame, guided it forward, then took a seat at the bow.

The dim lantern light shone over.

It revealed most of a skeleton glinting beneath the light.

The sinister black bones no longer bore a shred of flesh. The dripping liquid seeped through the gaps, and even the bones themselves had been corroded into pits and holes.

The skin on half the face sagged down, as though it had lost the support of flesh and bone.

The figure's owner simply reached out, tore it off, and tossed it aside.

Beneath the candlelight.

The vicious ghost was emaciated to the bone, stripped down to a skeleton.

What remained of Tu Shan Jun's face twisted as he tried to shake the Soul Banner and draw his body inside.

However, most of the main shaft of the ten-foot Soul Banner in his hand had already melted into pus, flowing through the small boat's compartment. Even when he tugged at the unfurled banner, only a small portion remained, caught by the skull at the tip of the main shaft.

Tu Shan Jun's expression changed drastically.

The damage to his true body had sharply diminished the power he could now display. Even when his mana came into contact with it, he could not complete such a large movement.

The indestructible bones merely allowed him to wield his strength without requiring so much mana to sustain it.

Without using spells, he could rely on his Dao body to exert a certain degree of strength. Naturally, it could not compare to spells or divine abilities; most of it was combat power brought by the physical body. If he wanted to cast spells or divine abilities, he still needed mana.

That did not mean the indestructible bone body