A gigantic black ship made of rotten wood appeared, churning up waves as a skeleton flag fluttered in the wind.
Yet this enormous vessel gave off a gloomy, lifeless air.
It seemed to belong to no part of the Human World.
An ominous aura spread.
Li Ye and the others' pupils contracted sharply.
"Ghost Ship!"
"How did we run into this thing?"
Dugu Batian said in a low voice. Clearly, he had done his homework before coming.
He knew some of the things that could happen on the Supreme Sea.
"Underworld Ship, Yin Soldiers on patrol, skeletons dancing, ghosts becoming immortal..."
"They say that if you encounter one of these, you're likely to run into the others as well!"
Dugu Miaoyin said.
Li Ye had never heard this before, and he was deeply shaken.
"We just have to avoid boarding it," Li Ye said.
That was what Taishu Xiao, Ancestor of the Immortal Spring Clan, had told him.
Dugu Miaoyin shook her head. "It's not that simple."
"Very few people have ever returned alive from the Supreme Sea, and none who encountered the Ghost Ship have survived."
"Otherwise, people would know more about the Ghost Ship than just 'don't board it.' They would know what actually happens aboard."
That made sense!
Their expressions grew even more grave.
Rumble!
The Ghost Ship drew closer, and the flute melody drifting over the sea came with it.
Only then did Li Ye and the others realize that the music was coming from the Ghost Ship.
Their scalps prickled.
The Ghost Ship was lifeless, wreathed in Yin Qi, without the slightest sign of life.
How could it produce a flute melody?
Who was playing it?
Could someone be aboard?
"The Ghost Ship—a harbinger of ill omen that appeared once every hundred thousand years or