As Su Mo looked at Immortal Ziyu, a thread of sorrow actually arose in his heart, though he should have had no emotions.
To save his mother, he had slaughtered countless people.
In the past, Su Mo should have loathed him, yet with his Seven Thoughts separated from his body, the only emotion he felt was sorrow...
Was it right? Was it wrong?
Or perhaps it had nothing to do with right or wrong...
Everyone in this world... was merely a pitiful soul.
Immortal Ziyu continued tending to the Ancient Ship on his own. Once he had poured all the Yin Power into it, the Ancient Ship abruptly shuddered.
Some sort of power seemed to begin awakening within the Ancient Ship, and a chill suddenly shrouded the entire vessel.
A distant yet vast consciousness gradually awakened...
Immortal Ziyu gazed at the Redwood Coffin, his eyes full of tenderness. "Mother... wait for me..."
A heartbeat came from within the Redwood Coffin, carrying profound weariness, seemingly telling Ziyu to stop, but Immortal Ziyu turned a deaf ear...
Su Mo looked at the unconscious people bound to the mast, his expression indifferent.
A gentle breeze rose, stirring Immortal Ziyu's loose hair...
Immortal Ziyu leaped onto the mast sail, spread his arms, and gently waved a hand toward the Ancient Ship.
"Set forth!"
In an instant, the eerie, decaying Ancient Ship began to rock slightly, letting out creak after creak...
Myriad streams of Yin Power parted the waters of the Yin River, slowly carrying the Ancient Ship away from the bank.
Then it headed upstream along this nameless Yin River, against the current...
The hull parted the river water with a rushing splash...
The once-calm river began churning endlessly. The wind stirred by the Ancient Ship's passage swept up the white mist above the