The Bronze Warship cut through the undercurrents at the bottom of the Netherworld Trench and entered the void passage along the edge of the Western Border of the Nine Provinces.
Broad patches of fluorescent moss clung to the rock walls on either side of the underwater passage, casting a faint blue-green glow that lit the entire route like a jade ribbon buried deep beneath the earth.
Occasionally, one or two nether beasts poked their heads out of the darkness, their cold, slit pupils fixed on the warship intruding into their territory.
But a moment later, True Lord Qingxiao's undisguised Tribulation Immortal aura sent them shrinking back into the depths of the darkness, not daring to let out so much as a roar.
The pressure of a sixth-rank Tribulation Immortal was the best passage permit there was.
On deck, the little black dog Wangcai lay by the ship's side, both front paws resting on the railing as it tilted its head to look down at the seabed. Whenever a beast's shadow swept through the darkness, it barked twice in excitement, its tail spinning like a propeller.
"Quiet." Jian Zhenzi picked Wangcai up from behind and tucked it under his arm. "You're making a racket."
Wangcai whined and kicked its four legs in midair a few times before quickly settling down.
Luofu Tian leaned against the railing, glanced at the figure in blue standing at the bow with his hands behind his back, and asked Jian Zhenzi in a low voice, "What exactly is Grandmaster Qingxiao's background? Master and Martial Uncle Bai Wuya hardly dare breathe in front of him."
"Fifth among the Shushan Nine Elders." Jian Zhenzi kept his voice just as low. "A sixth-rank Tribulation Immortal, twelve thousand years old. They say the last time he left the mountain was