There were only three ways into the Nether Baleful Ghost Gu: one was while it breathed in and out, another was to slip out while it fed, and the last was through its waste-disposal passage.
But the filth emanating from the Nether Baleful Ghost Gu's tail was too foul. Even a Golden Immortal's laws and profundities could be tainted by it with the slightest misstep, so Lu Xiaotian naturally had no intention of courting disaster.
Mingqu didn't try to trip Lu Xiaotian up. Following the directions he gave, Lu Xiaotian soon reached the Nether Baleful Ghost Gu's nasal passage, which was like a deep, narrow rift valley. When he followed the powerful current of air outside and looked back, the Nether Baleful Ghost Gu resembled a vast continent floating in the starry sky.
Lu Xiaotian had experienced something similar only once before, when he was still on the Crimson Abyss Continent and had ventured deep inside Rahu.
But Rahu had been gravely wounded back then, and its condition couldn't compare to that of the Nether Baleful Ghost Gu. Its insides had been nowhere near as dangerous.
Lu Xiaotian had only just emerged from the Nether Baleful Ghost Gu when a hint of surprise appeared on his face. He could actually sense a faint response from Mo Yuyan's Star-Sound Conch.
A moment later, a massive fleet appeared in Lu Xiaotian's view. The ships' surfaces were covered in fine scales, and the aura they gave off was unmistakably that of dragon scales. Thousands of dragons must have been consumed to build a fleet like this. Lu Xiaotian sensed an intense, resentful fury from the scales, clearly left behind by the dragons who had been killed. But that resentment and fury had evidently been suppressed.
Mo Yuyan was aboard one of the warships.