"Interesting. Is this the hidden side of the Yinghuo Ancient Star? The Demon Sea Eye has manifested, just in time. It seems that old Demon Sea Eye is hiding there." Li Qingshan's eyes gleamed, showing not fear but rather a hint of inquiry. His current strength was enough to dominate the starry sky, and he was confident that he was no weaker than anyone else. How could the old crocodile of the past stop him?
He took a step forward, and the Dao patterns beneath his feet appeared and disappeared, shrinking the earth to an inch, and in an instant he had already stepped onto the deck of the nearest slightly smaller ancient ship.
The ship was made of some kind of somber ancient wood, completely black, and several tens of feet long. It could hold hundreds of people, and a cold, deathly aura and a sense of the vicissitudes of time were palpable.
The moment he boarded the ship, the towering waves of the surrounding sea strangely subsided, becoming deathly still, with only the thick fog flowing silently, highlighting the unsettling stillness to the extreme.
At the bow of the ship, a bronze ghost lamp hangs from a rusted iron hook, its eerie green flame pointing straight upwards, motionless.
Li Qingshan strolled into the cabin. Scattered on the deck were some decaying objects and corpses. A slight "crack" came from under his feet. It was a skeleton covered in broken iron armor. The armor had rusted together with the bones. With a light touch, it turned into dust along with the bones and scattered into the black mist with the wind.
Dozens of similar ancient corpses lay scattered inside the cabin, all covered in armor, their weapons strewn about, seemingly having lost their lives simultaneously in an instant. The air was stagnant, filled with rust, dust, and a deeper, more pungent smell of decay.
"It seems there was some ancient upheaval that caused the entire ship's cultivators to perish here in an instant. This black ocean, which is usually hidden in the Demon Sea Eye, has manifested today because of my exploration of the Hell energy?" Li Qingshan pondered as he walked towards the deepest part of the cabin.
There, there was a pool carved from a single piece of black jade, filled with a thick, purplish-black blood paste that had long since dried and hardened! Within the blood paste were five humanoid figures, encased in thick blood shells, resembling five eerie blood terracotta warriors.
The moment Li Qingshan's gaze fell upon the blood pool, a sudden change occurred!
"Sizzle,"
A vicious gust of wind swept from behind, and a corpse claw covered in broken iron shards, its nails black and sharp, lunged at his back with lightning speed! The claw's wind was chilling and biting, enough to easily pierce through refined metal.
At the same time, the ancient corpse that had been lying near the cabin door, seemingly no different from the other corpses, suddenly sprang up in a bizarre posture with its joints bent backwards, defying common sense. Its arms plunged straight into Li Qingshan's neck, and it emitted a chilling "hoarse" breath.
A zombie resurrection! This ancient corpse moves with speed and ferocity far exceeding that of ordinary zombies, and its remaining flesh still retains some of its former fighting instincts and powerful physique!
Li Qingshan didn't even turn around. As if he were just shooing away a bothersome mosquito, he casually swung his right arm backward.
There was no dazzling divine light, no overwhelming momentum, just pure and extreme power crushing everything.
"Puff!"
With a muffled thud, the ancient corpse that had sprung up, along with its iron armor that had withstood countless ages without completely decaying, was blasted apart as if struck head-on by a mountain of immense weight! It instantly turned into the finest dust particles, mixing with the armor...
The metal fragments of the helmet scattered on the ground with a "crash," leaving no trace.
Even a casual strike from Saint possesses the power to shatter stars; how could such a vile and inanimate object withstand it?
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Almost simultaneously, a series of explosions erupted from the Jade Blood Pool! The five "blood terracotta warriors" sealed within their blood shells suddenly broke free and soared into the sky! Amidst the splattering blood, their withered, bluish-black bodies were revealed, their eyes gleaming with a savage, scarlet light, and their mouths emitting inhuman, shrill screams. A dense, tangible aura of death mixed with overwhelming resentment formed five black whirlwinds that swept towards Li Qingshan!
Its ferocity far surpasses that of the ancient corpse from before! In life, they were at least powerful cultivators who had touched the third level of the Immortal Platform Realm and were close to the edge of the Severing the Dao Realm. After death, their obsessions combined with the massive Yin energy of this extremely Yin land of Mars, and over the years, they nurtured such evil creatures.
"With Yin energy forged into his body and obsession as his soul, he has indeed shown some promise. Unfortunately, he is ultimately an evil path." Facing five blood corpses comparable to those of top-tier Mighty Figure, Li Qingshan's expression remained calm and composed. He didn't even bother to use his supernatural powers or magical treasures.
He simply opened his mouth slightly, pointed forward, and blew casually.
"Call,"
A seemingly ordinary breath of fresh air escaped from his lips. However, the instant this breath left his body, it underwent a sudden and dramatic change!
Brilliant and dazzling, supremely yang and powerful! That breath of pure energy transformed into a surging, turbulent golden divine fire! Within the flames flowed the essence of the Holy Emperor of the Sun's legacy, imprinted with Li Qingshan's own Saint laws, supremely divine and holy, capable of overcoming all evil and defilement in the world.
Filth, demonic thoughts!
Golden flames swept across like waves, instantly engulfing the five blood corpses.
"Pfft, ah!!!"
The ear-piercing burning sound and the short, extremely shrill screams rang out at the same time. The dense, malevolent black energy that even made King frown was instantly melted away like snow being splashed with boiling water in front of this golden divine fire.
The blood corpse's body, tempered by yin energy and harder than refined iron, charred, carbonized, and disintegrated at a visible speed. In the end, along with the remnants of its soul and resentment, it was purified into wisps of green smoke and completely annihilated in the world.
From the moment the zombies turned to the moment the five blood zombies vanished into nothingness, only a fleeting moment passed. The cabin returned to deathly silence, leaving only the empty pool of black jade blood and a faint, rapidly dissipating smell of burning in the air.
"Deeply rooted in obsession, nourished by the yin realm, it has survived to this day. This Eye of Mars truly deserves to be called an extremely yin and forbidden place where Ancient Saint were buried." Li Qingshan flicked his sleeves, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
"Waaaaah, waaaah,"
Just then, a faint, mournful, and plaintive cry, like weeping and lamenting, suddenly came from the bronze ghost lamp at the bow of the ship.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating, containing a strange and captivating power. It echoed in the absolutely silent Black Sea fog night, enough to cause cultivators below the Immortal Platform to have their souls leave their bodies and their flesh and blood wither away.
Li Qingshan's figure swayed slightly, and he was back on the deck. He looked at the ghost lamp, its eerie green flame leaping violently with the wailing sound. "Summoning souls and attracting monsters, gathering yin and filth, you cannot be allowed to live."
He simply pointed his fingers like a sword from a distance and lightly touched it.
"Pop."
With a soft sound, the seemingly indestructible bronze ghost lamp, along with the ghost fire that had burned for countless millennia, shattered into countless tiny bronze fragments that scattered in the mist.
However, the sobbing sound seemed to have already carried.
The other enormous ghost ships, which had been drifting silently in the distant mist, suddenly shuddered! They turned around, their ghostly flames blazing, and simultaneously broke through the black waves, surrounding the ancient ship where Li Qingshan was from different directions!
On the decks of each ship, numerous, shadowy, stiff figures could be seen moving about, and dense, malevolent energy gathered into clouds, stirring up the surrounding Black Sea's raging waves that seemed to be rekindling.
"We've been alerted? Good, saves me the trouble of searching everywhere." Li Qingshan stood alone at the bow of the ship, his black robes fluttering in the deathly breeze. Facing the encirclement of several ghost ships filled with unknown and malevolent forces, his eyes held only a profound calm.
This time, he held back. His right fist slowly clenched, and the entire fist seemed to instantly absorb all the light and energy around it, becoming ancient and heavy, with a terrifying power that made the Void tremble and the laws of nature wail.
Then, simply and directly, he threw a punch forward!
No fancy names, no complicated routes. Just the purest, most primal force advancing!
"Boom!!!"
Wherever the fist pointed, a Limitless and dazzling golden fist energy roared out! Initially only the size of a fist imprint, it expanded rapidly after leaving the body, instantly transforming into a blazing pillar of light that stretched across the sky with a diameter of over a hundred feet!
Within the pillar of light, the supremely yang and powerful laws of the Saint coiled like dragons, and the Solar Sacred Force surged like the sea. Wherever it passed, space did not distort, but rather shattered layer by layer like a fragile glass mirror, revealing the cold and desolate Void of the universe behind it!
This punch was merely a casual strike by Li Qingshan, who, with a physical strength comparable to Great Saint, activated a portion of the Saint's Laws. Yet, its power was enough to change the color of the stars!
The golden fist energy, with unstoppable force, first struck the nearest giant ghost ship head-on!
The instant the fist's energy touched the ship's hull, the ancient ghost ship, hundreds of feet long and shrouded in yin energy, along with the countless zombie skeletons on board and the ancient yin energy carried by the ship, vaporized and dissipated silently, like ice and snow thrown into the scorching sun.
Not a trace of residue or a wisp of black smoke remained; it was completely purified by the supreme Yang God.
The fist's energy continued unabated, advancing relentlessly and crushing everything in its path!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The subsequent deafening roars only came later, the thunderous sound of fist energy crushing through the Void and shattering space! The second and third ghost ships followed in its footsteps.
Those ghost ships, as numerous as mountains, along with the countless ancient corpses on their decks, howling and fighting, were as fragile as sandcastles built by children before this magnificent fist-shaped energy that spanned the sky and the sea.
Even before the fist imprint arrived, the immense pressure caused the ship's hull to groan under the strain, and cracks spread like a spiderweb.
The ship's hull, the corpses, the rusted armor, the yin energy—everything tangible and intangible—was rapidly melted and vaporized in that supremely yang and powerful golden divine light, like ice and snow directly exposed to the blazing sun. In the end, not even the finest dust remained; everything was purified completely.
The sea suddenly fell into a deathly silence. The surging waves, the mournful howls, and the biting winds that had preceded them all vanished without a trace.
The black seawater was as smooth as a mirror and as deep as ancient ice, without a single ripple, as if the terrifying horde of corpses that had just devoured everything had never existed.
Only the faint, rapidly dissipating acrid smell lingering in the air testifies that the holy power that purified all evil had descended upon this place.
With a single punch, the encircling ghost ship fleet vanished into thin air, and a "clean" area was forcibly carved out of the treacherous Black Sea.
Starlight, finally able to penetrate the dissipating mist, dappled across the calming sea, illuminating Li Qingshan as well.
Deep, expressive eyes.
He stood with his fist clenched, his gaze calmly fixed on the deeper reaches of the Black Sea, on the ultimate darkness that seemed capable of swallowing all light.