Chen Lin felt his body sink and landed in a desolate place.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but pale bones, radiating a sinister chill.
Thick white mist surrounded him, obscuring everything. Even his divine sense could not reach far. Through the haze, he could only make out what seemed to be many doors.
Just then, streaks of light flared.
A large number of cultivators appeared. After landing, they looked around just as he did.
Chen Lin swept his gaze around, confusion immediately crossing his face. Within his field of view alone, there were already more than thirty-six people. This did not match the information he had gathered.
He frowned. If High Person Yunhai had been the only one to tell him this, he might have suspected a lie. But the information he had later obtained from those low-level cultivators also indicated that only thirty-six people boarded each time. The information was not wrong; the situation had changed this time.
"Huh? Why are there so many people this time?"
A dry, hoarse voice rang out, thick with bewilderment.
The crowd stirred, seemingly having all noticed the anomaly.
But rather than discuss or investigate it, they scattered without hesitation, speeding off in different directions.
They seemed to be in an extreme hurry.
Chen Lin looked around but did not spot High Person Yunhai. He did see Gu Xuan, but paid him no attention, choosing a direction at random and entering the mist.
According to the information he had obtained, after the White Bone Holy Ship set sail, its voyage lasted roughly four hours. Anyone who failed to obtain a Boarding Token within that time would be teleported out when the time was up.
Moreover, danger lurked everywhere here. Yin spirits could attack at any moment, and nowhere