The ship continued forward.
It slowly entered the vast field of furniture.
As they drew closer, the blurry outlines grew clearer, and an oppressive feeling came with them.
Jiang Qiao stood at the bow.
He tilted his head back, watching an enormous chair leg slowly pass beside him.
"Nothing in a supernatural place exists without a reason. These tables and chairs must be hiding some secret."
He looked at a chair.
Its legs were at least four or five meters thick.
Their surfaces were dark wood, with clearly visible grain and patches of peeling paint.
And on the chair's backrest.
Jiang Qiao clearly saw scraps of black flesh and skin stuck to it.
It seemed...
Something rotten had once.
Sat here.
"This is practically a world of giants."
As the ship passed beneath the chair, the enormous seat overhead resembled a roof that blotted out the sky, completely blocking everything above.
The space beneath the chair was astonishingly large.
It could easily accommodate this multideck ship, with room for several more to sail alongside it.
"This thing..."
The Dragon Tiger Daoist tilted his head back, watching the enormous chair slowly pass overhead. "Was it really made by hand?"
"Yes."
"Maybe a ghost even made it."
Jiang Qiao said, "You didn't think these things formed naturally, did you?"
"No, not that."
The Dragon Tiger Daoist shook his head. "I've just never seen anything like this. It's hard to imagine. I can sense that these enormous pieces of furniture are incredibly sturdy."
"I'm afraid even my full strength wouldn't leave a scratch on them."
Of course, he had not tried.
In their current surroundings, he could hardly act rashly.
But as a special ability user, he could easily sense how extraordinary this furniture was.
The ship continued forward.
It passed an enormous