The sea stretched wide beneath the open sky, its waves rising and falling. Birds wheeled in the distance, their cries reaching the dock, creating a strange sense of serenity and sudden clarity. Yet Huo Lishang only felt the wind against his face, sending chills through him.
He reined in his complicated, indescribable emotions, lowered his eyes, shook his head with a smile, and murmured:
"Interesting. Truly interesting."
As he spoke, he began circulating a secret art, searching for his ship!
The Night Emperor Ship was his palace and one of his bases, forged from countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and covered in layers upon layers of Forbidden Magic Great Formations. Naturally, it had hidden contingencies in place for emergencies. For example, if his true body approached, the imprint would draw it in, and the ship would quietly activate its concealed functions, masking his traces and silently transferring control to his true body. That was precisely why, combined with his disguise and the Dark Under the Lamp technique, Huo Lishang had dared approach the Night Emperor Ship while gravely wounded and completely powerless. It was also why he had dared confidently declare, with such strength, "The game is over." Unfortunately, the concubine's reaction had exceeded his expectations, and no one was left to help him control the formation. With the ship's forbidden arts and the assistance of the concubine's subordinates, dealing with an impostor without a divine weapon truly would not have been difficult.
Likewise, he had a secret art that could sense the ship's general condition. Determining its whereabouts and location was only natural.
The "Night Emperor," Huo Lishang, might be uninhibited and willful—uninhibited and willful indeed—but he was not at all stupid. Even when swapping identities, he had done his utmost to make it convincing. Though he had