With Xiao Ran's technique as their support, they didn't even need the protection of the Crimson Gold Divine Lamp. The treasure ship easily broke out of the Horizontal Life Wind.
The view before them suddenly opened up. The raging wind and snow and the soul-devouring gray-white currents vanished, replaced by a relatively calm sky.
The light brightened before their eyes, and the world seemed to come into focus all at once. The distant snow-capped peaks stood out clearly, and even the air seemed much fresher.
Inside the ship, Wu Man, Golden Toad Son, Lu Da, and the prone Tiger Demon and Crimson Blood Horse all let out long sighs of relief. Their taut nerves relaxed, and their bodies went limp.
They were all top experts, yet at that moment, every one of them felt as though they had narrowly escaped death.
For a while, they all lay on the deck, not wanting to move an inch.
Wu Man took out the Dragon Broth. Only after everyone had eaten some did they recover.
They sat in a circle and asked Xiao Ran what exactly had happened to him.
Xiao Ran didn't hide anything. He gave them a rough explanation of how he had changed and what he was thinking.
He wasn't afraid of his method getting out. This cultivation method was far too defiant of the heavens, and its requirements were far too strict.
They needed Soul Cultivation Technique and the Maha Miscellaneous Sutra, but more importantly, they had to be proficient in Yan Sheng Art and possess the ability known as Fate's Suture Line.
Any one of those abilities would take someone half a lifetime to master, let alone all of them.
Even if the method got out, anyone hoping to replicate it would probably have no idea where to