The enormous Tower Ship was a Dharma Treasure, and from the look of things, an extraordinary one. It might even be the treasure White Impermanence used to weather his tribulations.
As soon as Cheng Xinzhan saw the Tower Ship move, he summoned lightning again to strike it. But a murky black membrane of light rose around the ship, blocking the heavenly thunder and leaving the vessel entirely unscathed.
Countless pitch-black chains dropped from the Tower Ship, growing wildly like strands of hair when viewed from afar. Every chain crawled with vicious ghosts. Looking up from below, Cheng Xinzhan saw ghosts leap from the ship like falling rain, filling the sky and even obscuring the hole he had just blasted open with heavenly thunder.
He was about to use fire arts to burn the ghosts when he noticed movement behind him. Turning, he saw ripples spread through the void. Then numerous slits seemed to open in empty space, and clear water, like moonlight and white frost, flowed out. It gathered into a river and surged toward the ring of Ghost Gate Talisman Runes surrounding Shen Zhaoming.
He had no idea what kind of water it was, but the Ghost Gate Talisman Runes vanished beneath its flow like dust washed from a stone.
"Xinzhan, you can release me now."
Shen Zhaoming's voice came from within the green sphere of branches. At the same time, his white horsetail whisk was already darting out through the gaps in the foliage. It was not that he could not break the spell; he simply did not want Xinzhan to suffer its backlash.
Delighted, Cheng Xinzhan hurriedly released the curse art.
The white horsetail whisk once again became a celestial river. This time, it surged upward in reverse, mightier than ever before, like Mount Lu's plunging waterfalls