Sun Yu pushed open the heavy stone door of the secret chamber.
The slightest push from his palm was enough to turn the stone door into a pile of dust, which pattered onto the green stone slabs.
He stepped out of the inn.
As he walked, the black robe clung to his tall, lean frame and its cool, pale skin.
After reaching Great Perfection in the Eight Desolations Aspect of the Purple Pole, the ten-foot-tall phantom of the Dark Red Divine General had completely fused into the depths of his spine.
After being compressed to the extreme, it filled every muscle fiber in his limbs and body.
His body was now a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
Sun Yu followed the stone path beneath his feet, heading straight for the interprovincial ferry at the center of the isolated island.
The ferry terminal was enormous.
A Void Treasure Ship a thousand zhang long was moored right in the middle.
Its entire hull had been forged from dark Primordial Profound Iron, while its keel was made from the bones of an enormous, unknown demon beast.
With its towering decks and densely packed formation patterns, the entire ship resembled an immovable mobile fortress of steel.
Tens of thousands of martial artists crowded before the terminal, lined up in a long queue.
Sun Yu joined the back of the crowd.
All kinds of accents mingled around him, and the endless chatter wormed into his ears.
"Is this the interprovincial treasure ship to the Central Soil Divine Continent? Just look at how deep it sits in the water—it's as big as a main city in our Great Yan Dynasty!"
A man with a broadsword strapped to his back lowered his voice, his face full of awe.
"Keep your voice down. This ship comes