The Stone Tablet Scripture Stained with the Blood of Transcendent Immortals

The Ferryman was dumbfounded. Could this really be happening? This kid had come to him to confirm whether failing at fishing was normal, all for this moment? It was all premeditated!

What shocked the Ferryman the most was how sharp that short sword could be.

He had already determined that the fishing line was extraordinary. Although it was very thin, it was engraved with countless symbols and was more resilient and indestructible than the fishing line on his boat.

But now, it has been cut off!

He thought Wang Xuan was being picky and his words were unpleasant because he wanted the best "bait" and was taking a risk to pull the scriptures off the fishing line. But the guy just cut the line and cut off the fuel supply.

Wang Xuan didn't catch the stone slab, letting it fall onto the bamboo boat. He jumped onto the boat's canopy, held a short sword, and gestured at the swaying fishing line.

This fishing line is harder to cut than Sun Gold, it's exceptionally strong, and it exudes an aura of Daoism; it must be a rare treasure!

The Ferryman's eyes widened. This kid... he'd gone too far! After removing the bait, he was going to try and cut the fishing line?!

He really wanted to ask, "Are you trying to pull the fishing rod off too?"

Judging from his posture, the Ferryman even felt that he wanted to pull all the fishermen down!

After the fishing line lost the stone slab, it floated lightly, swaying in the night breeze, crystal clear, covered with runes, and exuding the aura of the Dao.

Wang Xuan gestured several times, but finally held back. Although he guessed that the creature fishing on the moon could not interfere with the deceased, he felt that it was better not to provoke the creature.

He was overjoyed. Not long ago, he had deliberately acted arrogantly, and then he did something drastic, cutting off the stone tablet inscribed with scriptures!

"You're not the only one who knows how to fish; I'm using myself as bait, fishing without a rod, line, or hook!" Wang Xuan said with a smile.

He landed on the bamboo boat and saw the Ferryman staring at him. He immediately became serious and said, "Senior, please!"

"What do you mean?" the Ferryman, looking at him.

Wang Xuan said, "Please take a look at this most powerful scripture, senior. Without your help to clear up my doubts, I probably wouldn't have been able to obtain this stone tablet."

"It has nothing to do with me, it's your own fault..." The Ferryman found that there were no words to praise him, and he didn't want to go against his conscience and say anything good about him.

However, he was truly tempted. This stone slab had an extraordinary history, and with it placed before him, how many people could remain unmoved?

"You really want to show me?" The Ferryman's fingers trembled slightly as he tried to control himself, but he still couldn't resist touching the stone slab on the boat.

"Senior, there's no need for formalities between us. We'll be dealing with each other often in the future," Wang Xuan said earnestly.

"Back then, two of the top ten masters among the Transcendent Immortals died because of the stone tablet scriptures. My grandmaster was not ranked that high. He obtained the scriptures by accident. After people found out, he was eventually hunted down and killed."

The Ferryman was saddened; that was his master's father, a man of great strength and kind nature, who had met a tragic end.

Wang Xuan was moved. A seemingly ordinary stone slab was actually stained with the blood of Transcendent Immortals. No wonder it was full of cracks, shrouded in mist, and held so many stories.

He valued the stone slab more and more, for it might be the scripture he would study in the future!

The Ferryman said, "You're willing to let me see such an amazing scripture? It might actually be one of the strongest scriptures."

He added, "According to the Old Testament, I have no right to demand that you show me."

Wang Xuan nodded and said, "Senior, I admire your integrity and character. You are so frank even when facing such scriptures. Rest assured, I sincerely want to invite you to come and see."

He then added, "There is mist on the stone slab, and I'm afraid I won't be able to shake it off. I'll have to ask you for help, senior. Also, if you have any insights, please enlighten me."

"I underestimated you. You're willing to share even such a supreme skill with others. You have great courage, even more so than some Transcendent Immortals. If they had been more open-minded back then, they wouldn't have had to kill Immortal Blood."

The Ferryman sighed, then, with utmost seriousness, warned Wang Xuan, "Then I'll tell you the truth: it's better not to practice this scripture, because those who have practiced it have all met with misfortune. Even among the most ancient Transcendent Immortals, those who attained Buddhahood and became patriarchs, two died because of practicing it."

"Not from fighting and scrambling, but from practicing this scripture?" Wang Xuan was shocked.

"One of them was seriously injured and practiced the stone tablet scripture, and died soon after. Another person was not injured, practiced the scripture, and eventually also perished."

The Ferryman's raincoat was pitch black; his physical body was long gone, only the remnants of his extraordinary power remained. He solemnly warned Wang Xuan that this scripture was terrifying.

"If there's something wrong with the scripture, why practice it? It doesn't deserve to be called supreme Scripture, does it?" Wang Xuan wondered.

"The scripture is not the problem. The Transcendent Immortals who fought for its power have repeatedly deduced it, and the theory is feasible. Once mastered, its power is unparalleled. However, it is really too difficult to actually practice it."

The Ferryman picked up the stone slab shrouded in mist. It was more than three feet long and two feet wide, covered with cracks and black bloodstains, most likely the blood of Transcendent Immortals that had not been wiped clean.

"I was just feeling sentimental and reminiscing about the past. I still have great reverence for this scripture. I dare not look at it or practice it, for fear of something going wrong." The Ferryman picked up the stone slab, wiped it with his hand, and the mist dissipated. Then he quickly untied the fishing line.

He turned his head away, not wanting to look, afraid that he would be unable to resist practicing the scripture and destroy himself.

Wang Xuan stood beside him, studying the stone slab carefully. There were nine pictures on the small slab, and each picture was covered with dense scribbles below it.

Wang Xuan didn't recognize it, but a spiritual imprint was transmitted, allowing him to understand the true meaning of the scriptures and, incidentally, to recognize those scribbled characters.

Whether you practice it or not, just remember it in your heart first!

Soon, the Ferryman sensed something was wrong. A strange light flashed on the stone slab, entered the raincoat, and became entangled with him, as if marking him.

His face appeared blurry in the darkness beneath the raincoat. His expression changed repeatedly as he silently pondered, before he suddenly looked up at the setting moon.

"There are traps and deep pits on this stone slab; it's definitely not that easy to carry!" the Ferryman said in a deep voice.

Then, he felt something was even more wrong. This stone slab had nothing to do with him; it belonged to that kid!

Meanwhile, the fishing line went far away and disappeared into the night sky.

"Senior, what's wrong with this stone slab?" Wang Xuan asked, showing great concern.

The Ferryman's expression was unfriendly. He said, "You little brat, did you sense something was wrong and want me to take the blame?!"

He had just thought this kid had guts, but now he couldn't stand Wang Xuan. Was he doing this on purpose? Was this kid being preemptively alert, having some suspicions and guesses, and was he using him as a scapegoat?

"Senior, I really didn't know the angler on the moon was so cunning. I thought I had just stolen a scripture from that monster for free, but I never expected it to be so treacherous. It's impossible to guard against it!"

Wang Xuan sighed, looking as if he still had lingering fears.

The Ferryman carefully sensed the mark on his body, and upon hearing his words, his face darkened even more. "Didn't you say you were completely on guard? It was I who broke through your defenses, and you're here to show off to me?!"

Wang Xuan looked up at the sky and said, "How insidious and vicious! These old monsters should all be killed. Not a single one of them is kind; they only think about harming future generations!"

The Ferryman felt uneasy. Looking at him, he said coldly, "Why do I feel like you're the one who tricked me?!"

"No, I really didn't!" Wang Xuan refused to admit it no matter what, saying, "How could I have imagined that the angler on the moon would use all sorts of tricks? He's a real Old Schemer!"

Then, he asked in a low voice, "Senior, is there a problem with the scripture?"

The Ferryman was certain that the boy had been on guard all along. Making him take the blame would only make him want to break the old covenant and teach him a lesson.

"You're still wondering if the scriptures are true or false?" the Ferryman indignantly.

Wang Xuan raised his short sword, ready to cleave the stone slab, and said, "I'm avenging my senior!"

"Don't destroy the stone slab!" the Ferryman quickly stopped him, as he wanted to use the stone slab to reason with the fisherman on the moon.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan immediately understood that there was no problem with the inscription on the stone tablet!

He stared at the stone slab and studied it carefully again. He memorized all nine human figures and the densely packed scribblings without any problems.

Suddenly, the Ferryman felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up at the sky and saw the missing fishing line reappear. This time, no scriptures descended, but instead, a set of gleaming golden hooks came straight at him!

"I... go!" He was shocked, then looked at Wang Xuan with murderous eyes, and kept taking the knife for this kid!

The anchor hooks were all cast from Sun Gold and were enormous. If they were anchored to a person, they would immediately create a large, bloody hole, just like a bent spear.

"It's a misunderstanding, it wasn't me!" The Ferryman kept dodging, and then he took out a fishing rod made of the Ascension Divine Bamboo and touched the set of anchor hooks to talk to them.

"I am the ferryman of the dead, the one who keeps his promise. There was a misunderstanding, and I took the blame for someone. I can return the stone tablet and scriptures to you!"

Wang Xuan saw the Ferryman turn into a beam of light and hide there, while the large hooks left behind a series of afterimages, relentlessly chasing after him.

"Trap after trap, it's all a scheme." Wang Xuan wiped away a cold sweat, then said, "Senior, I thought you were all on the same side, but I didn't expect the monsters on the moon to be so ruthless, even trying to lure you away!"

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you!" the Ferryman said angrily.

Although he was a remnant of extraordinary power, he knew very well that when his physical body was still intact, he was a person from the Transcendent Immortals. As for the fisherman on the moon, that was hard to say.

The land of the dead is too ancient, existing even before the Transcendent Immortals!

Finally, the Ferryman used the Ascension Divine Bamboo to once again block the fishhooks made of Sun Gold, whispering continuously as if he were quickly explaining something.

However, the anchor hook trembled, as if it was still exerting force.

Wang Xuan seized the opportunity, leaped up, swung his short sword, and with a clang, cut the fishing line, causing all the anchor hooks to fall to the ground!

The Ferryman was dumbfounded. He was still negotiating when that kid took the opportunity to make his move. He was too ruthless and too cunning!

Wang Xuan said, "Senior, he can't interfere with the Lost Land. We must act when necessary, using a combination of firmness and gentleness!"

The bamboo boat rocked violently and almost capsized; the anchor hooks were so heavy, yet they gleamed brilliantly.

Wang Xuan walked over, still not daring to touch it, but his eyes were bright; this was a pile of Sun Gold!

"Don't even think about it, you have to return it all!" the Ferryman said.

"Why should he? He wants to fish, but I'm fishing against him!" Wang Xuan said, dissatisfied.

The Ferryman advised, "I really don't know much about the creatures on the moon, but I'm afraid that if I push it too far, something bad will happen."

"Then leave one fishhook!" Wang Xuan said firmly, selecting one from a set of fishhooks.

"What do you want it for? Do you want to fish too?" the Ferryman asked, puzzled.

"Such a big fishhook, if you straighten it out, wouldn't it be a spear? A spear made of Sun Gold, I heard, is especially good at warding off evil spirits and ghosts, who wouldn't be tempted?!" Wang Xuan insisted on keeping one.

The Ferryman looked at him, speechless. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Fine, keep the fishing hook to use as a spear and return the stone slab."

Wang Xuan reluctantly studied the stone slab again before finally giving up.

In the end, only a golden fishing hook remained in the boat, which could be two meters long if straightened.

The Ferryman brought the stone slab and anchor hook close to the fishing line, but as soon as they touched it, with a whoosh, the objects were pulled into the night sky and disappeared, returning to the moon.

Finally, things calmed down, and the Ferryman stared at Wang Xuan with an unfriendly expression.

Suddenly, his expression changed again. The mark that had entered his body from the stone slab began to glow, vibrating slightly and conveying a very clear meaning.

"The cross-domain battle between the lost worlds could begin at any time. Seeded players, please prepare actively. It may take ten years, or it may happen today. Be ready to embark on this expedition at any moment!"

The Ferryman was petrified, he simply couldn't believe his ears. There's no limit to how ridiculous this can get!

After he took the blame for that kid, the negative effects continued to escalate, with one pitfall after another. It was bad enough that he took the blame for that kid, but now he had to go on a competition and go on an expedition for him? Does he even want people to live?!

Upon learning this, Wang Xuan truly felt that the creatures on the moon would be difficult to deal with; this was simply a series of traps.

If he hadn't been cautious enough to let the Ferryman test the waters first, he would have been in utter disaster. Thinking he hadn't been fished to the moon and had obtained the stone tablet scripture, he considered himself to have successfully turned the tables, filled with a sense of accomplishment and reward. But the trap had only just begun!

"I'm still too young. It's a series of traps! Anglers are too cunning. One wrong move and you'll capsize!" Wang Xuan exclaimed.

It was pitch black inside the Ferryman's straw raincoat. He felt like he was about to explode, especially after hearing what Wang Xuan said. He felt completely overwhelmed.

He said coldly, "It was me who capsized, okay? I took the blame for everything!"

He certainly couldn't let it go so easily; there was absolutely no way he would go to war for this kid. He had to find a way to correct the situation.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Xuan immediately said, "Senior, I will go and practice the strongest scripture on the stone slab right now. When I am strong enough, I will avenge you and avenge you!"

"Don't practice, it'll kill you! Let me correct this mistake first, then you can practice!" the Ferryman quickly stopped him.

Wang Xuan was in a dilemma, but he was determined to practice. He said, "I have to practice. I feel that I am about to undergo another transformation. The activity of my body's cells has increased dramatically. I want to take advantage of this rare opportunity to change my cultivation method and lay the foundation for my future!"

"You'll kill yourself with all that practice!" the Ferryman exclaimed anxiously, still hoping to find a way to transfer the mark to Wang Xuan.

"Then please give me your guidance, senior, and protect me on my path. I'm about to begin!" Wang Xuan sat cross-legged on the bamboo boat.

The Ferryman wanted nothing more than to slap him to death. He'd caused so much trouble, and now he was being asked to protect him? He was utterly fed up! But he was genuinely at a loss, because Wang Xuan absolutely couldn't die!

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