Above the pitch-black Yin River, countless wandering souls chased the Ancient Ship...
The cultivators at the bow watched Immortal Ziyu up on the mast in terror, afraid he might turn around and use them as sacrificial materials.
This was a ghostly being whose cultivation was unfathomably high.
Even less could they understand why that senior in white, with his white hair, could stand shoulder to shoulder with that ghostly being.
Could his cultivation actually be higher than the Inquiry Realm?
This Su Mo struck them as utterly mysterious, like an enigma.
The Young Master of the Cloud Sect held a folding fan, his eyes fixed intently on the white-robed, white-haired man. Only he knew that Su Mo's cultivation was not high.
He himself was at least at Spirit Transformation, yet Su Mo had not even reached Spirit Transformation.
How could a mere Nascent Soul stand shoulder to shoulder with that terrifying old monster?
Beside the Young Master of the Cloud Sect, the Guardian Elder merely stared fixedly at Immortal Ziyu. He sensed incomparable terror emanating from him.
It seemed that a single thought from Immortal Ziyu would be enough to kill them all.
Qing Yi, the Dao maiden of the Green Gate, also merely watched Su Mo, deep bewilderment showing in her eyes.
The Ancient Ship continued onward. Behind it, countless wandering souls chased it, their entire bodies glowing blue-green, while an eerie, ghostly feeling rippled across the river.
The eyes of those countless wandering souls held a deep, icy ferocity, as though they had endured tremendous grievances.
The Ancient Ship rocked unsteadily, continuing toward that unknown place amid the wandering souls' shrill cries...
At last, some wronged souls were about to catch up with the Ancient Ship. Su Mo glanced at Immortal Ziyu and saw that he showed no