In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

The ghostly boat glided silently across the inky sea.

The bow broke through the tiny waves almost silently.

The dark purple sails absorbed the faint starlight, making the entire ship seem to blend into the night.

Only a few eerie green will-o'-the-wisps floated silently on either side of the ship's gunwale, reflecting the cold seawater.

Su Han stood at the bow of the ship, holding the newly renovated sundial in his hands.

The azure pointer on the sundial pointed steadily to the southeast, radiating a soft halo.

A miniature projection of the starry sky slowly rotates above the compass, subtly echoing the real stars in the sky.

Lu Xueqi stood quietly beside him, her cool gaze sweeping across the boundless dark sea.

Her divine sense spread outwards like invisible ripples, alerting her to any potential danger.

Biyao, meanwhile, curiously touched and looked around inside the cabin.

This spirit ship, crafted from the bones of sea beasts and unknown materials, is imbued with the eerie aura of demonic craftsmanship.

The runes on the ship's hull were icy to the touch, pulsating slightly as if they were alive.

"This ship is quite energy-efficient; it can propel itself by absorbing the yin energy between heaven and earth."

Biyao's voice came from inside the cabin, carrying a hint of curiosity.

Su Han nodded; he could also feel the chilling energy condensing at the core of the ship slowly circulating.

This indeed saved them a lot of true energy from driving the ships.

"The direction is correct. According to the guidance of the stardial and the speed of this spirit boat, it will probably take several days to reach the outer perimeter of Liubo Mountain."

Su Han estimated the distance and said in a deep voice.

“The Blackwater Gang will not let this go unpunished once they have lost their compass and token.”

Lu Xueqi reminded her, but her gaze remained fixed on the distance.

"The sea is not like the land; once you are tracked, there is nowhere to hide."

Su Han naturally understood this principle.

With a thought, he tried to communicate with the ghostly spirit boat using his divine sense.

According to the information left by the seated skeleton, since the Netherworld Token is the key, it should be able to better control this ship.

When he extended his divine sense through the token in his hand to the hull of the ship, a wondrous connection was established.

He seemed to be able to "feel" every detail of the ship's hull, and even vaguely sense the flow of seawater within a certain range around the ship.

At the same time, information about how to activate the spirit boat's concealment formation flowed into his mind.

"I see."

Su Han murmured something, then activated his true essence and injected it into the token.

hum!
The twisted runes on the ship's hull lit up one after another, emitting a faint black mist.

The black mist quickly spread, enveloping the entire spirit ship.

From the outside, the silhouette of the spirit boat quickly faded, eventually almost blending into the dark seawater.

Even the few eerie green will-o'-the-wisps had become extremely faint and barely perceptible.

"This should allow us to avoid most of the detection."

Su Han breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This concealment formation is extremely sophisticated. Unless one's cultivation level far surpasses his or one possesses a special tracking technique, it is extremely difficult to discover their whereabouts.

With preparations complete, the spirit boat, like a true ghost, accelerated towards its predetermined direction.

The first two days of the voyage were calm and peaceful.

Apart from the occasional encounter with ordinary seabirds and schools of fish, nothing unusual happened. Su Han spent most of his time meditating at the bow of the ship, consolidating his cultivation while comprehending the ancient stellar rhythms contained within the star dial.

This sundial is quite mysterious; it seems to be more than just a simple way of indicating direction.

On nights when the power of the stars is abundant, the star projection on it becomes clearer, and you can even vaguely see the trajectories of some stars.

Lu Xueqi remained vigilant, her Frost Snow Sword resting across her lap, its blade gleaming with a faint cold light, ready to be drawn at any moment to meet the enemy.

Biyao was initially very interested in the eerie ship, but after a few days, surrounded by nothing but seawater, she gradually became bored.

She began to try to communicate with the yin energy contained in the ship using the methods of the demonic sect, and surprisingly, she succeeded in drawing a trace of yin and cold power to surround herself.

On the morning of the third day, just as dawn was breaking.

The spirit boat, which had been sailing steadily, suddenly trembled slightly.

It felt like I bumped into something.

Su Han immediately woke up from his meditation, Lu Xueqi gripped the sword hilt tightly, and Bi Yao quickly walked out of the cabin.

"what happened?"

Biyao asked.

Su Han frowned slightly and used his divine sense to probe outwards through the hull of the ship.

Beneath the surface of the sea, something seemed to have been disturbed by the spirit boat and was moving rapidly.

"It is not a living thing; it has no life force."

Lu Xueqi, with her keener perception, voiced her judgment.

Su Han controlled the spirit boat to slow down, while simultaneously enhancing its stealth capabilities.

He walked to the side of the ship and looked down.

The seawater was murky and bottomless.

But in his divine sense, he could vaguely see the outline of a huge shadow below.

That looks like... the remains of some kind of building?
There's something down there.

Su Han said in a deep voice.

He tried to concentrate his consciousness and explore deeper.

Blurry images entered my mind: broken stone pillars, crumbling walls, covered with thick silt and seaweed.

It appears to be quite large, resembling an ancient city submerged underwater.

The pointer on the stellar dial remained firmly pointing southeast, unaffected by the ruins below.

"It seems we just happened to pass by an underwater ruin."

Biyao breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.

"It is not surprising that Liubo Mountain is said to be an ancient immortal mountain, and some ancient relics have been found in the surrounding sea area."

Su Han, however, did not relax.

Because in his divine sense, there seemed to be some kind of faint energy fluctuation in that ruin.

It wasn't a living being, but more like... the resonance of a remnant formation or some kind of magical artifact.

Just as he was carefully sensing, a sudden change occurred!

call out!call out!call out!
Several jets of black water shot out from the murky seawater below without warning, heading straight for the spirit boat!
The water jet carried a strong corrosive odor, and the air hissed wherever it passed.

"careful!"

Lu Xueqi reacted extremely quickly, drawing her Frost Snow Sword instantly!
A chilling sword aura swept out, transforming into an ice wall that blocked the path in front of the spirit boat. (End of Chapter)