Chapter 1850 - 13: Humans Light the Lamps, Ghosts Blow Them Out

The ancient ship crafted from Purple Sun Shock Demon Wood was far more extraordinary than everyone had imagined. Once everyone got on, Old Smoke Gun grabbed the oar and began to row.

The ancient ship’s speed was like lightning.

"Have you always been ferrying cultivators across Thunder Sea, senior?" Lin Feng asked.

Old Smoke Gun took a puff of dry tobacco and grinned, saying, "Yes, I’ve been the ferryman for a long, long time!"

"Ferryman?" The black-robed cultivator’s voice involuntarily heightened.

Old Smoke Gun continued to chuckle eerily as he looked at the black-robed cultivator and said, "Do you know the ferryman?"

"Ferry the living by day, ferry the dead by night—you’re a soul ferryman!"

The black-robed cultivator said in a deep voice.

"Soul ferryman?"

Upon hearing this name, the others were slightly surprised, their expression turning grave.

Ferry the living by day, ferry the dead by night.

In just two sentences, it encompassed so much that could make one’s skin crawl.

"You—you—you won’t harm us, will you?" Zhou Han said with a trembling voice.

The cultivators on the ancient ship were all on edge, cautiously eyeing Old Smoke Gun.

Lin Feng had always felt that this Old Smoke Gun was rather peculiar.

Turns out he was a soul ferryman.

Such an existence, wandering between the Yin Yang Two Realms.

Neither entirely human nor entirely ghost.

Simply terrifying to the extreme.

Old Smoke Gun said, "There’s no need for such panic. Soul ferrymen only ferry the world’s most terrifying evil spirits! It’s a Wuliang act!"

Lin Feng said, "It’s still daytime now! If it were night, would there be even one evil ghost on this ship?"

The rest shivered at Lin Feng’s words; if that were the case, it would be truly horrific.

Traveling with evil ghosts?

The thought alone is frightening.

"There’s not as many evil ghosts to ferry. Soul ferrymen need cultivation too. There’s business by day and business by night. Since I’ve accepted your business, I won’t take on nighttime business tonight!"

Old Smoke Gun let out three eerie laughs.

Take on the living’s business by day.

Take on the dead’s business by night.

Being on the same boat with Old Smoke Gun made many feel uncomfortable.

But everyone finally felt relieved, at least there wouldn’t be any sinister happenings.

Three days later.

In the distance, lightning filled the air.

The vast ocean was swallowed by the Thunder World.

"Is that Thunder Sea? Truly spectacular!"

Chang Ying said.

Old Smoke Gun chuckled eerily, "Spectacular? This place has some terrifying things sealed below!"

"Terrifying things?"

Everyone looked at Old Smoke Gun in confusion.

"Legend has it that Thunder Sea was the site of an ancient battle between the Ancient Thunder God and an evil spirit. The Thunder God sealed the evil spirit but was severely injured, laying the groundwork for the Thunder God’s eventual fall!"

Old Smoke Gun said.

The Ancient Thunder God was almost about to cultivate into immortality, an almost invincible being in that era.

It’s hard to imagine what the sealed evil spirit was, that even he was severely injured.

Chang Ying asked, "What kind of evil spirit was it?"

Old Smoke Gun chuckled, "It’s a name that shouldn’t be mentioned! Too evil, too terrifying. Anyone who speaks it will be cursed!"

Many were shocked—was Old Smoke Gun telling the truth?

This was just too eerie!

The little ship rushed into Thunder Sea.

Within Thunder Sea, rules are broken everywhere, descending thunder, and frenzied space-time reverse flows.

No wonder Thunder Sea is dangerous.

Indeed, it’s full of threats.

These broken rules, descending thunder, and space-time reverse flows are enough to cause devastating impacts on cultivators.

The ancient ship navigated through Thunder Sea, avoiding the broken prohibition, avoiding the space-time reverse flows, avoiding the descending thunder.

Sailing deeper.

"The destructive power of the battle is terrifying, isn’t it?"

Zhou Han couldn’t help but remark.

"The destructive power of a Thunder God-level battle is naturally unimaginable!"

Old Smoke Gun said indifferently.

When night fell, darkness enveloped Thunder Sea.

Old Smoke Gun got up, first inserting four bamboo poles into the corners of the ancient ship.

Then he hung four bronze lamps on them.

Namo Amitabha Buddha...

Suddenly, from the four bronze lamps came the sound of chanting Buddhist Scriptures.

"Buddha fat!"

Lin Feng’s brow slightly raised.

Buddha fat is crafted from the bodies of Buddhist high monks.

The market price of Buddha fat is incredibly high.

And even if you have money, it doesn’t mean you can buy it.

Old Smoke Gun said, "It’s deep into the night, light the lamps to exorcise evil spirits!"

Everyone nodded, sitting on the ship, involuntarily glancing around.

The yin energy in Thunder Sea at night is very heavy, much more dangerous than during the day.

But Old Smoke Gun clearly has much experience, and this voyage had been smooth without incident.

"Look over there!"

Chang Ying suddenly screamed.

Everyone looked over and saw black mist rolling in the distance, an endless black mist rushing toward them.

"Thunder Sea is not calm!"

Old Smoke Gun muttered, increasing speed, eventually outrunning the pursuing black mist.

Everyone exhaled a breath of relief, finally escaping the overwhelming black mist.

Just sensing the aura of the black mist made everyone feel suffocated.

"What is inside the black mist?" Lin Feng asked.

"I don’t know either, because I avoid the black mist from afar!"

Old Smoke Gun said.

Lin Feng didn’t know if Old Smoke Gun genuinely didn’t know or was pretending not to know.

Many things Old Smoke Gun could not answer, perhaps he simply didn’t want to tell them.

The previous days had been relatively peaceful, though encountering danger, Old Smoke Gun managed to avoid them in time.

Zhou Han asked, "How many more days do we need to cross Thunder Sea?"

"If it’s not smooth, about ten days. If smooth, six to seven days will suffice to cross Thunder Sea. Once through, it’s Thunder Island where you can rest before heading north. In about half a month, you’ll reach Ten Thousand Immortals Island!"

Old Smoke Gun said.

Everyone nodded.

Another day passed.

This day, then bizarrely without thunder, a full moon appeared in Thunder Sea.

"Thunder Sea shouldn’t have a moon, this is a land covered by thunder! Tonight won’t be calm!"

Old Smoke Gun’s expression grew solemn.

He sped up, the ancient ship rushing into the depths at maximum speed.

"Look, the full moon has turned into a Blood Moon!" Chang Ying screeched.

Everyone looked and indeed saw the full moon turn into a Blood Moon.

Every person’s expression turned grave.

With such ominous circumstances, it indeed seems tonight won’t be calm, as Old Smoke Gun said.

Whoosh...

A gust of cold wind blew.

Suddenly.

The flames of the four bronze lamps extinguished.

"Why did the bronze lamps go out, this is Buddha fat, said to never extinguish!"

Lin Feng frowned.

Old Smoke Gun’s voice was solemn as he said, "Man lights the lamp, ghost blows it out, something unclean has arrived..."