The Wooden Floating Ship passed through the sea of clouds.
With its sails raised, the vessel flew over an endless green forest. Oars covered in runes moved in neat unison, like wild geese flying abreast, skimming over mountain wilderness and villages as it sped toward a colossal city in the distance. Many mortals on the ground knelt and kowtowed, while cultivators watched the departing ship with envious eyes, dreaming that one day they too would board a floating ship and soar through the nine heavens.
Mortal eyes found it difficult to discover the ugly truth of the cultivation world.
More than a dozen chains covered in Paper Talismans stretched taut across the deck, firmly binding the Black Stone Statue.
Yet corpses lay strewn haphazardly across the deck...
The Noble Young Master whose carriage had once been robbed by the monkey walked stiffly toward the statue, one step at a time. Sweat had soaked through his back, and every step was incomparably difficult. It was obvious that he wanted to retreat and get away.
His handsome face flushed red with struggle, his eyes full of terror as his body moved forward beyond his control.
"I... my father is a Heavenly Immortal... he can give you a great deal..."
He invoked his family backing in hopes of surviving.
A faint, ghostly voice drifted from the statue. It seemed close at hand, yet also far beyond the horizon. The voice constantly shifted between men, women, young, and old, nearly driving the Noble Young Master mad.
"A mere Heavenly Immortal. This one taking a fancy to your body is your honor. Give up. Though this body of yours is barely fit for use, this one cannot find a better choice."
At that moment, the Noble Young Master wished more than anything that his talent