Yang Tianhong, Against the Current

Jingjing quietly put away her jade bottle and returned the purple-gold gourd to Wang Xian.

She gave it a gentle sniff, then suddenly smiled faintly.

In a voice so soft it was barely audible, she said, "Give me a drop of water."

Wang Xian was stunned. What the hell? Are you a demon or a ghost? How can you see into my Divine Sea?

No, something was off.

Could that man who had already left have told the woman before him his secret?

Before he could reply—

Whoosh, whoosh! The wind rose.

Amid the howling wind, the mist over the Divine River gradually parted, and at last the Netherworld Ship emerged!

On the vast Divine River, the first Netherworld Ship slowly drifted out from the layers of mist.

"The Netherworld Ship!"

In an instant, the entire ferry crossing erupted.

At that moment, no one could sit still. Everyone was overcome with excitement.

It didn't matter whether they were living cultivators or old monsters sealed inside immortal coffins.

The undying old freaks who had sealed themselves in immortal coffins and waited for millions of years all opened their eyes at once.

The Netherworld Ship had appeared. Their hope had come.

Even the bald old man from the Liuli Sect was so excited he couldn't speak.

Compared with the Netherworld Ship before them, everything else seemed insignificant.

The Netherworld Ship appeared without a sound, its entire hull as black as ink.

The instant it drifted silently out of the mist, it truly seemed less like a divine vessel and more like a zombie ship, a ghost ship.

One, two, three... More and more Netherworld Ships appeared in the mist.

At that very moment, the corner of Wang Xian's mouth twitched.

He sent a voice transmission to the woman beside him. "Senior, give