The space inside the Bone Boat was vast. In the bone cages, strange auras and runes emanated from the pillars fashioned from white bones. They had no real offensive power. The people imprisoned inside sat cross-legged, each looking haggard and badly injured.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so docilely imprisoned aboard the Bone Boat.
Lu Xiaotian glanced around and let out a soft exclamation. To his surprise, he spotted a familiar face in one of the separate cages. She was a graceful woman with skin as white as snow, though now she looked rather pale, and her long hair was somewhat disheveled. It was none other than Mangxiao Qingxue of the Mangxiao Lineage! Back then, the Mangxiao clan head had tried to win Lu Xiaotian over by having Mangxiao Qingxue deliberately approach him. Lu Xiaotian hadn't taken the bait, however, and they had remained little more than acquaintances who exchanged greetings.
Lu Xiaotian followed Kuizhi into the Bone Boat. The people in the bone cages—whether human, Demon Cultivator, or ghost—were all busy tending to their injuries. Not one of them even opened their eyes. It seemed they had grown accustomed to being imprisoned here.
The people of the six great lineages of Xiang Nation had moved quickly, too, making it all the way to the depths of the Starfield Ghost Plains. But on second thought, that was only natural. After all, Lu Xiaotian had left the Crimson Abyss Continent and spent several decades in the strange space within the Misty Hall. Those decades had been more than enough time for countless changes to take place.
Since he had spotted one familiar face, Lu Xiaotian continued looking around. Sure enough, he found two more acquaintances. The Mangxiao clan head sat on the ground, hair disheveled and clothes stained with blood, looking