The Promise from Back Then, Learning Swordsmanship from the Emperor Ying

Qin Yang asked himself: did he truly understand the Netherworld Ship?

Thinking it over carefully, there seemed to be quite a lot about it that he did not understand.

For example, its eight-tier prison. The deeper one went, the greater the pressure became, and the suppressive force was especially powerful.

When he had inherited the Netherworld Ship, he had not even been able to personally go down and investigate it all.

Back when he had been a bare commander, he had released several people from the upper levels and made them crew members.

Of those released, Wen Yubo had become a dedicated first mate. He came from what had once been a prominent clan of the Great Ying Divine Dynasty, yet in the end, he had become the most ordinary of mortals.

Blackie had been skinny and shriveled back then, so hungry that he had eaten himself. Now he was becoming increasingly terrifying. When hunger turned his eyes green and he lost his reason, the extent of his strength's surge was simply more frightening than Qin Yang using the Twelve Demon Swords.

If Blackie's bloodline were some ordinary thing, even Melon Peel would not believe it.

Then there was the Life-Burning Enchantress from back then. By human standards, she had been a little too wild, but she had done it to survive. As long as she did not casually harm people or cheat her own side, and someone was willing, no one had any business stopping her.

This little enchantress was not particularly strong now, but she had rendered tremendous merit in handling the Netherworld Ship's external public relations.

And that was only the upper levels of the Netherworld Ship's prison.

The only thing brought out from the lower levels was the Xuan Li Sacred Tree—that Snake Tree.

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