Immortal Ziyu turned toward the cultivators at the bow, an unprecedented madness showing in his eyes.
"It must be because we haven't gone far enough. We have to find a way to make the boat go farther..."
Immortal Ziyu's eyes brimmed with murderous intent, as though killing these people would let the boat continue forward.
The boundless murderous intent pouring from Immortal Ziyu made those at the bow feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar...
But before Immortal Ziyu, they were like ants. Even the few in the Inquiry Realm could not muster a single thought of resistance.
This man was an old monster who had cultivated for over ten thousand years, terrifying beyond measure...
It seemed they could only wait to die.
Despair and regret swept over their entire bodies in an instant...
"It's no use..." Su Mo felt deeply exhausted. His eyes were listless as he looked at the countless gravestones. "There's no path left... the Yin Boat can't move."
Immortal Ziyu trembled all over, his eyes losing their light... How could he not know that this was already the farthest the Yin Boat could reach?
He simply could not accept it... A year's planning had come to nothing in the end.
Those at the bow looked at Su Mo, their expressions varied.
"If we go farther, it will work..." Immortal Ziyu spoke with deep, unyielding fixation, gazing toward the unseen end of those gravestones...
"It will work..."
Immortal Ziyu leaped down from the mast banner and walked over to the heavy Redwood Coffin. He reached out with both hands and laid them on it, then suddenly heaved it up and hoisted it onto his back.
"If the boat won't sail, I'll walk there..."
The heartbeats coming from within the coffin seemed to be calling