Building a Ghost Ship

Before their eyes, a true, genuine Ink Dragon appeared before Chen Fan and Old Yellow Tooth. Its pitch-black dragon scales gleamed beneath the sunlight, like armor forged of black iron. Its imposing body hovered in midair, radiating a terrifying pressure. Old Yellow Tooth's face instantly turned pale, nearly unable to bear it.

That was the aura unique to ancient ferocious beasts. Even without its soul, with only its physical body remaining, it was still not something ordinary cultivators could withstand.

Chen Fan stood quietly where he was. Having recovered from his injuries, he had completely returned to the peak of the late Divine Refinement stage. He sent out a surge of immense true essence toward Old Yellow Tooth, helping him resist most of the pressure radiating from the Ink Dragon's true body.

The Ink Dragon within the Soul-Gathering Tower immediately burst into laughter. "Haha, ant, see that? This king's physical body alone is enough to shake you to the core."

"Hmph, your body will soon become this old man's warship," Old Yellow Tooth snorted mockingly.

The Ink Dragon was immediately struck where it hurt. The muscles on its face twitched slightly as it gritted its teeth. "This king regrets revealing the Clear Heart Art. Had I known, I would have made you suffer a little!"

"This old man fears nothing." Old Yellow Tooth shamelessly puffed out his chest and patted it with righteous grandeur, putting on an imposing air.

"Pah." The Ink Dragon shot him a disdainful glare.

Chen Fan ignored the two men's squabbling. He stared carefully at the Ink Dragon's body, pondering where he should begin carving the runes upon this absurdly enormous dragon body. There could not be the slightest flaw, or the dragon-to-ship transformation would fail. Then not only would he have to erase every rune