Night fell.
The Tower Ship skimmed across the sea of sand, speeding toward the heart of the Central Plains.
Coal Ball still could not make the Tower Ship fly, so sailing across dry land depended on the several Sixth Realm Immortal Ascendants aboard taking the helm.
Xie Jinhuan had returned at noon. Naturally, this task could not be left to his patron, so he stood on deck steering the ship, pondering what to do next.
According to A Piao, the Corpse Ancestor had conserved his strength and skulked around until the very end, slipping out at the last moment when Xie Jinhuan had his hands full resisting Shang Lianbi, and had even tampered with Shang Lianbi. His next move would undoubtedly be to seek out everything Shang Lianbi had amassed over the years.
Though the gains from this battle seemed to have fallen short of expectations, Yang Huaxian and Shang Lianbi had both lost their souls and bodies. For now, the Corpse Ancestor was the only one left opposing the Righteous Path.
The Righteous Path, meanwhile, had suffered no losses whatsoever. Once they swallowed up Misty-Wave City's assets, their strength would grow considerably. As long as they blocked every avenue for the Corpse Ancestor to found a sect and become a patriarch, an old fiend at the peak of the Sixth Realm would not be too difficult to deal with. They simply had to finish things quickly and give the Corpse Ancestor no time to catch his breath...
Still, however urgent the matter was, it would have to wait until they returned. With nothing to do aboard the ship, enjoying himself naturally took priority...
As he pondered this, the Western Sands Great Desert receded farther and farther behind them, and the Pleasure Boat gradually entered the Tali River basin.
Xie