Jiang Lingxu

After the Fire-Thunder Golden-Winged Warship burst horizontally out of the void passage, He Ping stood on the deck with both hands braced against the rail, gazing down at the land of the Bone Path.

This land, too, was lined with ranges of precipitous mountains, except every one of them was covered in a pale shell of bone—the piled-up remains of countless skeletons.

Bone-white trees also grew from the ground below. They had sprouted from the earth of the Bone Path itself. For some unknown reason, the world of the Bone Path seemed to be influenced by certain laws of heaven and earth, giving rise to this strange spectacle.

The four Fire-Thunder Golden-Winged Warships were flying toward a colossal mountain range that soared into the clouds and stretched for who knew how many thousands of miles. This majestic range was called White Bone Ridge. It lay sprawled across the earth and was one of the Bone Path's renowned landmarks.

Just then, a figure drifted down behind him. It was Marquis Kuaiyi.

"Did the Fourth Prince order the fleet to move toward White Bone Ridge?"

He raised the question.

"Yes, Marquis. Is there a problem?"

"There may be trouble."

Marquis Kuaiyi frowned and let out a soft sigh.

"Situ Haoxing and several other masters who have entered the Dao went into the Bone Path ahead of us to investigate the true coordinates of the Sibi Treasure. We had two plans from the start. First, if Situ Haoxing and the others proceeded smoothly and found the answer, they would head to the Sibi Treasure themselves and retrieve what was inside.

"The second plan was that if, after discovering the answer, Situ Haoxing and the others found it inconvenient to act or were obstructed by enemies, they would retreat as far as possible, then