The Old Shipyard

The crack that appeared on the Black God of Wealth did not alert the higher-ups of the Wanshun Sea Hall.

But the Ship God's accident put everyone on alert.

Soon, more and more internal investigations began, and more and more defensive formations, protective personnel, and even Golden Core cultivators began to appear around those "Ship God".

Each Ship God was protected in layers, like a fortress standing ready for battle.

However, this seems to be just the beginning.

Soon, one ship after another carrying the "Ship God" was towed into the sea.

The method is unknown, the way it was dragged out... is unknown.

As if drawn by some invisible force, the ships sank silently to the bottom of the sea without even a splash. By the time the people of the Wanshun Sea Hall discovered it, the Ship God had already vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty sea.

One of them even performed the procedure in front of two Golden Core cultivators.

When the two Golden Core cultivators sensed something was wrong and dived into the sea, they could no longer see each other. Only large amounts of Yin Qi, like ink, permeated the seawater, proving the other's presence.

The Yin Qi was thick and cold, like the chill seeping from the deepest part of the sea, making people shudder.

Jiangtou? A water ghost? Or a tactic used by hostile forces?

Most importantly, each "Ship God" is a core secret of the Wanshun Sea Hall, protected with extreme care. How did the other party know the location of the "Ship God"?

The death of Master Bao had already caused widespread panic within the Wanshun Sea Hall, and now the situation has only intensified this anxiety.

Soon, in the core area of the Wanshun Sea Hall, on an island made up of wrecked ships, one figure after another appeared.

The Buddha Woman stood barefoot on the deck of a wrecked ship, looking at the figures appearing around her, smiled gently, and gazed eastward toward the Endless Sea.

After observing for a moment, she turned around, transformed into a beam of Buddhist light, and headed straight for the core of this ship island ruin.

In her field of vision, hundreds of wrecked ships of varying sizes were linked together by heavy iron chains; some were upside down, their keels covered with barnacles; some were tilted to the side, their sides submerged in the sea, with only half of their decks showing; some had their bows raised high, like a dying beast roaring to the sky.

The iron chains, as thick as an arm, crisscrossed between the ships, covered with a thick layer of salt that gleamed grayish-white in the sunlight.

The only thing these wrecked ships have in common is that they all once had a "Ship God" worshipped.

In the center of the island, there is a rather strange Black God of Wealth.

Compared to the Black God of Wealth inlaid with gold and silver that are enshrined in other branch offices of the Sea Hall, the "divine body" of this Black God of Wealth is made entirely of ship scrap.

The surface is made of rusted iron plates and copper sheets. Some of these iron plates came from the ram at the bow, some from the side armor plating, and some from the deck hatches. Each piece has different patterns and rust marks. They were fused together by high temperature to form a rough and ferocious texture.

Its arms were carved from two broken masts, with iron nails and copper rings embedded in the wood grain, as if the marks of the sail ropes still remained.

Its head was cast from a ship's bell, and the inscriptions and casting year engraved on the bell's surface are still faintly discernible. The bell is upside down, forming a majestic face.

Its eyes were two iron rings on an anchor chain, worn smooth and shiny, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

His aura of Evil God was released without any concealment.

The air seemed to thicken, carrying a rusty, fishy smell that made one's chest feel tight.

The deck beneath my feet trembled slightly, as if something was wriggling beneath the hull, as if the entire island of the ship were a living creature, slowly breathing.

"Wasn't the future location for the sea city supposed to be here? You fatso, don't you know how to tidy up? If you don't hide your true form properly, and the Heavenly Gate or the Immortal Dynasty discover your 'Orthodox God Position' position, they won't want you, an Evil God, to merge with the sea city."

The speaker was a gigantic man, nearly three zhang tall. He looked like a burly, dark-skinned man with a strong build, but once he activated the blood of the Longbo, his body would grow taller and taller, reaching up to thirty zhang.

As for the ancient blood of the Land of Longbo, it was a reward he obtained while exploring the outer reaches of the Saha Continent.

The Buddha Woman looked at him and asked, "Zhao Longbo, have the giant waves on the outskirts of the Saha Continent not subsided yet?"

"No, the waves are incredibly fierce. I tried to go in several times, but I was always knocked back by the waves. Once, I almost lost my life."

Zhao Longbo grumbled.

"Speaking of which, the rest of us are just nominally affiliated with the Wanshun Sea Hall. Why were we called back this time? This fatso has so many Golden Core cultivators under his command, and they still can't handle it? And you can't handle it either? He didn't lend you the power of the 'Black God of Wealth.' This fatso is as stingy as ever."

"You know perfectly well that my Buddhist Abomination- body is too tainted to bear the Black God of Wealth," the Buddha Woman said, shaking her head.

"And what about her?" Zhao Longbo gestured with his chin towards the other person.

It was a fairy maiden floating in mid-air, and her appearance was extremely strange.

The Daoist robe appeared plain white, but upon closer inspection, countless fine, dark red threads seeped between the fabric fibers, indelible even when washed away, as if soaked in old blood; the hair was tied up in a high bun, with a section of the tailbone as a hairpin.

Her features were delicate and pretty, but her eyes lacked a clear distinction between the sclera and the pupil, appearing cloudy and milky white.

There was barely any breath coming from the mouth and nose; when the neck was turned, a slight grinding sound of bones could be heard; in the drooping sleeves, there was not just one pair of hands, but a second pair of slender hands that slowly curled up in the shadows, hidden in the folds of the fabric.

"Immortal Woman He has been getting very close to the Celestial Person these past few years. Fatty is probably worried that if he lends the Black God of Wealth to her, it'll be like throwing a meat bun to a dog—there's no going back."

Zhao Longbo looked at Immortal Woman He with surprise and asked doubtfully, "Can she hear us now? Didn't they say she got the 'Nascent Soul' technique from the Celestial Person? Has she formed her Nascent Soul now?"

Zhao Longbo looked from between her eyebrows to below her navel, but still couldn't find any trace of her Nascent Soul.

However, as Immortal Woman He rolled her eyes, revealing her dark pupils through her cloudy whites, she saw this scene and looked at it with disgust.

"Zhao Longbo, you're as vulgar and despicable as ever."

"Haha, no matter how lewd I am, in your current state, I dare not spend the night with you. Who knows what kind of modifications have been made to your body, both the usable and the unusable parts."

"Would you like to see?" Immortal Woman He suddenly revealed a strange smile.

A faint sweet scent emanated from her, and her windless Daoist robe creased, as if countless tiny insects were crawling beneath the fabric.

Zhao Longbo gasped, gave a dry laugh, and took a step back.

"Then forget it. Although my Longbo's physical body is invincible, I don't want my second brother to be crawling with worms."

Immortal Woman He's smile finally returned to some normal.

"Zhao Longbo, you'd better be careful. I know that quite a few Celestial Person are interested in your High Antiquity giant body, including several Celestial Person at the level of Sinful Dragon."

"Let them come! I want to see if they can break through my body head-on, since even the warships of Heavenly Gate can't!"

"What year are you talking about? The Heavenly Gate's Sea-Pacifying Divine Warship has already been upgraded to its third generation. Its missiles have a longer range than flying swords. Once they're anchored to your location, do you really think your Law Power is endless?"

The Buddha Woman said calmly.

Zhao Longbo was about to retort when he was interrupted by an old voice.

"Ahem, everyone, have you forgotten why you've come here this time?"

"Oh, it's Old Man Hai. You're still here. I didn't expect to see you after we broke up. You're still working for that fat bastard. I thought you were like us, pursuing your own path to Nascent Soul."

Zhao Longbo asked in surprise.

An old man who was bending down to pick up trash at the edge of the island and throwing it into the sea heard this and smiled.

"I'm getting old, I just want to find a quiet place to retire, I don't have the energy to make a fuss anymore."

"You've made such a commotion, even calling me back from the Endless Sea, and you call that not causing trouble?"

"Alright, enough nonsense, you fatso. Share some of your Evil God power, and we'll help you find out who's behind this." Immortal Woman He impatiently interrupted everyone.

On the eye sockets formed by the iron rings of the Black God of Wealth, two dark red lights suddenly blazed up like burning embers, as if the entire statue had come to life at that moment.

The next moment, the sky in this area began to darken, and the seawater along all the coastlines controlled by the Wanshun Sea Hall suddenly became much more turbid, even bubbling with bubbles.

The bubbles surged up from the seabed like boiling water, carrying a smell of sulfur and rust, and burst on the surface, releasing a faint black mist.

Three terrifying forces of Evil God descended upon the three people present in turn.

The three were already on the verge of Nascent Soul the Nascent Soul stage, and some had even broken through to the Nascent Soul stage in certain areas. However, with the blessing of the power of these three Evil God, their cultivation levels also broke through the shackles of cultivation at once.

The clouds in the sky seem to have thinned considerably.

In a small town called Floating Fragrance Ferry in Sumatra, the Hu Mang looked up at the sky again and muttered to itself.

Above the Eye of the Tribulation Dragon, the calamity clouds were no longer as thick and oppressive as before, but had become thinner.

The sea breeze began to blow again, carrying a salty, fishy scent. It blew through the coconut groves, over the rooftops, and past the hem of the Hu Mang's clothes, as if carrying away the lingering oppression and gloom.

The plan is progressing quite smoothly.

Only Heavenly Gate possesses a complete set of "Mysterious Transformation" techniques.

And a Private Dragon that might not even exist in the entire Nanyang.

The combined effect of the two is definitely not as simple as one plus one.

It's not that there aren't some powerful "Ship God" who can contend with the Dragon Vein for a short period of time.

However, whenever this happens, the Old Third will unleash his power, using his "Mysterious Transformation" to accurately appear at the opponent's "source of divine power" and dig away the opponent's idol.

This trick always works.

I don't know if it's just the Old Third's nature, or if he's just good at "Exit Yin and Enter Yang," but he's getting better and better at it.

The number of "idols" that disappeared under his care has reached double digits.