The two followers of Ye Yunqiu had somehow already made it onto the painted boat. The female immortal was dressed to the nines and dancing gracefully to the enchanting song. Every step seemed to pry at our solid hearts, while the young male immortal who had been blown to pieces earlier had also painted his face with gray-white powder and was performing a grand drama with the female immortal. The painted boat was bursting with excitement—it was truly a spectacular sight!
Only the female ghost sat on a small stool, lightly plucking her pipa and continuing her ancient, lingering melody: "The secluded waters ripple on; my heart grows weary... My beloved sails upon the boat, drifting back and forth. The lakeshore stretches vast and wide; my heart is filled with sorrow. My beloved sails upon the boat, his beauty drifting with the tide..."
The song came in fits and starts, making it all the more eerie. The young man and woman from earlier had truly become the male and female protagonists in the song, dragged out like marionettes to perform a grand drama. How could this sight not leave all of us immortals aghast?
An Eight-Tribulation True Immortal, even after becoming a phantom, should need a very long time to transform into a spirit ghost. But how long had it been now? This meant that our enemy had pursued us while capturing the other two along the way, then turned them into what they were now!
On this pitch-black, rainy night, a group of Eight-Tribulation True Immortals was being chased by a ghostly painted boat. No one would believe it if they heard the story. After all, the Eight Tribulations were practically the pinnacle of existence in this region. Yet here in the Immortal Kingdom, they were utterly useless!
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