Ascension Ferryman

Even though Wang Xuan was in excruciating pain, he could still make many connections to the Ascension Divine Bamboo that had been torn apart by the wind.

He guessed that this divine bamboo seemed to be extremely important in the Supernatural Domain!

Otherwise, why would two bamboo boats be seen in succession? Both are quite mysterious.

In addition, during the pre-Qin period, the most mysterious and powerful scriptures were also inscribed on this kind of bamboo.

Pain!

Wang Xuan had no time to think. His body was about to be torn apart, and blood stained his entire body. The Demonic Creatures and Monsters behind him were pulling him towards the bottom of those high platforms.

"Can anyone tell me what kind of place this is?" he shouted.

Along the coast, beneath those hundreds of high platforms, creatures thronged, their shouts rising and falling, but no one turned around, and no creature responded to him.

Wang Xuan frowned, feeling both pain and helplessness. This place was bustling with people, but wasn't there a single kind-hearted person among them?

At the same time, he was also wondering what kind of region this was.

Was everything he experienced real or an illusion? However, when he touched his own body, there was no doubt that it was real; blood seeped out, and various mutations occurred.

Finally, Wang Xuan stepped forward and walked towards the high platform with the Golden-winged Great Peng. He wanted to find out what was going on here.

Behind him, a group of demons roared and tore at him, but eventually many of the powerful demons released him and gradually disappeared.

Only one bird of prey cried out loudly. Wang Xuan looked down and saw through its shadow on the ground. It looked like... a roc!

"Brother, may I ask..." Wang Xuan greeted, wanting to ask for advice.

However, those people seemed not to see him and ignored him.

He couldn't resist, so he found a thin man, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and prepared to ask him something.

Silently, this person transformed into a shower of light and vanished without a trace.

Wang Xuan stumbled backward and accidentally bumped into a woman, who also shattered into streams of light and evaporated on the spot.

He gasped. Who were these people? He couldn't touch them.

He didn't kill any living beings, right? So those shouldn't be real living beings, right?

The thin man and the woman maintained their high spirits even as they shattered, showing no signs of pain.

At this moment, on the grand platform, the Golden-winged Great Peng in the golden light suddenly opened its eyes. Instantly, the entire world seemed to freeze, and all sounds disappeared.

It glanced at Wang Xuan, then closed its eyes again, and a faint voice came from behind. "Do you choose the path of the Golden-winged Great Peng?"

Then, Wang Xuan felt his hands getting hot, and energy burst forth and extended, actually transforming into a pair of golden wings.

At the same time, his red feathers, snake tail, horns, three heads and many arms were dissipating, and then energy surged, forming golden feathers.

Is he transforming into Golden-winged Great Peng? Fortunately, it's just a rehearsal in the form of energy right now.

"No choice!" Wang Xuan shook his head violently.

Although the Golden-winged Great Peng is a top species in mythology with ridiculously strong power, he ultimately did not want to become a demon; he only wanted to be human.

He kept backing away, and behind him came the cries of birds. The shadow of the large bird on the ground was crying out and struggling, full of resentment.

Wang Xuan's transformation stopped, and he returned to a state of being covered in blood.

He remained silent, gazing ahead at the high platform beneath which many creatures were transforming into roc birds!

However, most of them exploded with loud bangs, their flesh and blood shattered, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Of all those people, only a few soared into the heavens, transforming into golden birds that flapped their wings and eventually flew away.

The golden birds they transformed into were Supernatural Being with the bloodline of the Peng Clan, but they were not yet true Golden-winged Great Peng. They had only set their future direction. When they became top experts, they would be practically Golden-winged Great Peng.

Wang Xuan was moved. Out of hundreds or thousands of living beings, only five succeeded, one of whom was human.

"In those myths and legends, some demons are actually humans in disguise?"

Not only can ferocious birds and beasts transform into demons, but even humans can choose this path!

"Whether they succeeded or failed, those people were all dressed in ancient clothing, scenes from many years ago."

Wang Xuan made this judgment.

At the same time, he thought of what those young people had said, and the key word in this place was "passing away".

"Everything that 'The Vanished?" Wang Xuan murmured to himself.

Many years ago, old stories resurfaced here, yet they still possessed a certain extraordinary power. He believed that if he had nodded in agreement to become a Peng just now, he would have truly become a demon.

At that moment, behind him, the ferocious bird let out its last long cry, then exploded and vanished, leaving no trace on the ground.

Then, a horde of demons danced wildly behind him, and the shadows that had faded away earlier reappeared, tearing at him and causing his body to bleed profusely once again.

Wang Xuan's heart stirred, and he stepped towards the second high platform.

As he had guessed, the demons vanished, leaving only the shadow of a single demon behind him, howling incessantly.

On the high platform, the enormous Thousand-armed True God spoke from within the hazy ball of light, "Do you choose the path of becoming the Thousand-armed True God?"

In an instant, two large arms sprouted from both sides of Wang Xuan's body, all of them waving around, making him dizzy just looking at them!

"No choice!" he shouted, quickly backing away.

He saw that below the platform, all the creatures were transforming, growing many arms, but in the end only seven creatures succeeded.

Only one Old Monk was a true human being. He had grown eighteen arms and was surrounded by Light Mist as he gradually disappeared into the distance.

"Could the Buddhist concepts of three heads and six arms, and the thousand-hand supernatural powers, have such origins?" Wang Xuan asked in surprise and doubt.

Below the platform, all the other losers were blown up, leaving no trace of their bodies, only blood everywhere.

Even though these were all ancient stories, Wang Xuan was still horrified by what he saw. It was too tragic; thousands of powerful figures of unknown levels had died.

This time, after the thousand-armed demon behind him roared, the shadow left on the ground completely disappeared!

By this time, Wang Xuan had a clear idea of what was going on. He then walked towards one high platform after another, constantly refusing, and the demonic shadows behind him became fewer and fewer.

"Are you willing to follow the path of my race? All the most powerful races in the world can transform into human form and reveal their true forms, as you wish!"

On a grand high platform, the great demon in the purple light spoke, saying a few more words. It seemed to realize that Wang Xuan cared a lot about his human form.

"I refuse!" Wang Xuan still refused, and soon, another demonic shadow disappeared from behind him!

Then a person appeared on a high platform. He had an otherworldly air about him, surrounded by white mist, and looked like a true immortal who had attained enlightenment.

"Are you willing to walk the... Demonic Path?" the man asked, with a gentle smile, glancing at Wang Xuan a few times.

Human-Demon? This is still not human!

At this moment, Wang Xuan sensed a change within himself. His appearance remained unchanged, but his inner self was rumbling.

He gasped. The Human-Demon only resembled humans on the outside; their internal structure was completely different. Of course, this was just the evolution of energy; their flesh and blood remained unchanged.

At this point, Wang Xuan stopped considering it altogether and refused all offers. Regardless of whether they were in human form or not, these were all demons.

Later, even Human-Immortal clan emerged.

After carefully examining the inside, Wang Xuan found that the creature had absolutely no connection to humans.

He walked across hundreds of high platforms and encountered many mythical races, but he refused them all. In the end, there were no demons left behind him.

Wang Xuan looked at himself; although he was covered in blood, he had returned to human form.

"This is the secret path of demons!"

Wang Xuan whispered, he refused the secret route.

He smelled the medicinal fragrance, which came from his blood. It was the medicinal properties of the Blood Grape he had eaten being expelled.

What an unexpected change! It can actually be cleared away like this!

Hundreds of high platforms remain, but the dense swarms of creatures below them have vanished, and the entire coastline is now quiet.

The ocean calmed down, the waves no longer crashing against the sky, and the boat made of the Ascension Divine Bamboo arrived at the shore.

"Get on the boat!" someone suddenly called out.

Wang Xuan was taken aback; it was too sudden. He abruptly looked up.

A person appeared on the Golden Bamboo Boat, wearing a straw raincoat, holding a fishing rod made of Ascension Divine Bamboo, sitting at the bow with his back to the shore.

He did not actually utter a sound, but rather conveyed his meaning through spirit.

"Why do I have to get on the ship?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Didn't you reject all the top-tier 'true body' paths?" the man asked in surprise.

Wang Xuan immediately understood that the 'true body' he was referring to meant the physical form of various beings such as the Golden-winged Great Peng and Human-Immortal, which was powerful enough!

"If you don't take the path of the ultimate true body, as an anomaly, you can only take the path of becoming human. Why aren't you getting on the ship?" The man in the straw raincoat still didn't turn around.

Wang Xuan felt that he had been tricked by those aliens, and now he was certain that this place was indeed the secret path of demons!

He whispered, "As a human being, do I still need to get on the ship?"

He was uncertain; what if this man was a powerful demon who would devour him Blood Food? Everything he had experienced today was incomprehensible.

The man remained calm and did not turn around. He said, "Humans and other beings can all walk the path of the true form of demons, and naturally they can also walk the path of becoming human. Even though you are human, you should... still be able to walk it, right?"

No matter how Wang Xuan listened, he felt that the man didn't seem entirely certain either.

He gritted his teeth and decided to board the ship. He had seen all sorts of Demonic Creatures and Monsters, so what else did he care about?

As soon as he approached the bamboo boat, the man immediately showed his disgust and said, "In all my years of ferrying people, whether human or demon, they have all been as fragrant as orchids and musk, or have a pure and ethereal scent. Even the weakest creature, the one who has just become a true cultivator, doesn't smell this bad."

When Wang Xuan heard this, he really wanted to punch him!

However, he took a sniff and realized that the smell on his body hadn't completely disappeared after he escaped from the snake's belly.

But this man is too direct; his bluntness is unbearable.

"No, you're not a cultivator, just a mortal. How did you get in? And you're still alive?" the man said again.

Of course, every time he spoke, he was actually expressing his meaning in spirit.

Wang Xuan immediately realized that when he said he had just become a cultivator, he meant that he had stepped into the extraordinary realm, which in ancient times was only... the initial stage!

"Hmm, interesting. You have a very strong concentration of factors from the Inner Scenery Realm within you. I see." The man said, then urged him to board the ship.

"Your family's patriarch actually took such good care of you, a mere mortal, and guided you into the Inner Scenery Realm several times."

The man sighed, silently sensing for a moment, then suddenly turned around and said, "You wouldn't have obtained Inner Scenery Treasure, would you?"

"What is Inner Scenery Treasure?" Wang Xuan asked.

"A powerful figure at the level of a patriarch died unexpectedly. Before his death, he refined a corner of the Inner Scenery Realm and merged it into a treasure in the real world, forming a rare treasure."

Wang Xuan was moved and said, "A miniature version of the Inner Scenery Realm?"

"You can understand it that way too." The man nodded, turning around at that moment.

However, Wang Xuan did not see him; it was just a straw raincoat, and the inside was empty, with only a faint mist swirling in the darkness.

"Surprised?" The mist inside the raincoat rippled and then coalesced into a blurry male face.

He sighed, "The long years have passed, where are there still living humans and demons? Everything is just for keeping the promise. In your words, it is the extraordinary power that is in charge, ferrying people across, and guarding this place. I am just a remnant of the Supernatural Power."

He had a brief conversation with Wang Xuan and gradually became familiar with modern language.

"In that case, I can take you to a trade. I think someone would be very interested in the Inner Scenery Treasure."

At this point, he emitted a faint light, and the bamboo boat began to move, starting its journey across the sea.

"Whom do you trade with?" Wang Xuan asked, frowning. This Ferryman was too mysterious.

"We'll be there soon." The bamboo boat, like a streak of light, traversed the boundless sea and finally arrived at the depths of the ocean.

He glanced casually at the short sword on Wang Xuan's body and said, "This dagger seems to have some merit. Would you like to make a deal with me?"

Although he seemed nonchalant, Wang Xuan had an instinctive feeling that this short sword was much more valuable than he claimed.

"I don't want to for now," he refused.

The man nodded and said, "According to some kind of agreement left over from long ago, I brought you here so you can trade with them."

"Where is everyone?" Wang Xuan didn't see a single person.

"Wait patiently." With a flick of his wrist, the Ferryman shook the fishing rod made of the Ascension Divine Bamboo, then swung it violently, sending the fishing line and hook flying into the moonlit sky.

Wang Xuan remained silent. Was this guy planning to fish in mid-air?

Then he discovered that the fishing line and hook hadn't actually fallen; he didn't know where they were caught.

Half an hour later, the sky lit up, and a hazy halo appeared.

Wang Xuan was shocked. What did he see? A grand curtain, within which appeared to contain Transcendent Immortals!

How did that Ferryman cast his line? He fished all the way behind the Great Curtain! What level of monster is he? He must be at the Ascension level!

"Someone is very interested and wants to make a deal with you," the Ferryman said.

Wang Xuan had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he held them back for now. He was afraid to deal with the creatures that had left such large pits in ancient times.

Now, it seems the Ferryman has contacted the Transcendent Immortals for him, wanting to make a deal with him!

Thanks to Sister Corn's alt account #4, thank you for your support, Alliance Leader!