Chapter 452 - 184: The Roc of the Seven Hegemons! Paper Sedan Procession, Demon Ghost Invasion

With a single leap, he landed on the lone Ghost Ship. He casually picked up an oar and gave it a couple of swings.

Afterward, he laughed and cursed, "This thing is damn heavy. Are those Ferrymen all Great True Masters of the Feather Transformation Realm?"

"Let’s cross the sea."

Su Bai strode onto the ship. Chen Shaoyou hesitated for a moment before following him aboard with the Nianxin Daoist Child.

Once they were on the ship, the scene before their eyes changed once more.

The shore they had been standing on just a few dozen feet away was now completely shrouded in a gloomy mist.

Looking around, the world was pitch-black, as if stained with ink, devoid of any light or color.

After boarding the ship, they all suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. A thousand distracting thoughts rose in their minds, a chaotic mess, as if they were about to suffer from cultivation deviation.

"Steady your minds, calm your spirits!"

Chen Shaoyou’s and the Nianxin Daoist Child’s Heart Spirits wavered slightly.

Suddenly, a weight settled on their shoulders, and they involuntarily sat down cross-legged.

"The Sea of Netherworld does not ferry those who have not died. Though your Cultivation is not low, your minds are too cluttered. Take this opportunity to temper yourselves."

Su Bai stood on the deck, gazing into the distance.

This was not a physical sea. In a way, it was a sea of nothingness, filled with Yin Sha Resentful Qi—a place of extreme evil in the world.

It was boundless.

For the human heart has no bounds, and sin is without end.

Those who could not see through the Yin Sha Resentful Qi, whose hearts were not clear enough, whose Mental Realms were not high enough, could not cross this sea.

It was for this very reason that this place could suppress Peng Xiong—the most ferocious killer among the so-called Seven Heroes and Three Li.

The human heart is both light and heavy.

To those who can see through it, it is as light as a feather; to those who cannot, it is as heavy as a mountain.

Just as now, in Su Bai’s eyes, a behemoth of unknown size lay coiled in the depths of the Sea of Deathly Silence.

It resembled a Dragon, yet was not a Dragon; it resembled a Peng, yet was not a Peng. It possessed the traits of many Fierce Beasts, though its overall form was primarily that of the legendary Peng bird.

Its aura was exceedingly eerie and incomparably evil.

And at this moment, this evil Great Demon was in a state of dormancy.

Compared to Toad Wrath, this Peng Xiong was sealed far more thoroughly.

"This wooden oar... it’s too heavy..."

He had rowed half the way.

Despite Jin Yunfeng’s current Cultivation, he was so exhausted his entire skeleton kept creaking.

"It is not the wooden oar that is heavy, but your heart that is unsettled and restless."

Su Bai glanced at Jin Yunfeng.

Jin Yunfeng was, without a doubt, a clever man—a former Civil and Martial Champion Scholar.

After eight years of tempering, his Mental Realm should have been serene.

’He must have guessed something.’

"Sigh!"

Hearing this, Jin Yunfeng let out a long sigh.

"I knew I couldn’t hide it from you, True Master."

WHOOSH!

A yin wind blew past. A trace of gray appeared on Jin Yunfeng’s crystalline skeleton, then vanished in an instant.

This was not the yin wind blowing into his body, but the yin wind carrying something away from within him.

The same thing was happening to Chen Shaoyou and the Nianxin Daoist Child.

These were the distracting thoughts in their minds and the filth in their souls.

But do not think this is a good thing, because these yin winds have no ability to discriminate.

They will keep blowing, blowing until your soul is free of all impurities, and your mind is naturally empty of all thoughts.

Like a walking corpse.

"I know that Senior possesses vast Divine Techniques, but the world has only just found peace."

"If something were to happen to you on this trip, Senior, eight years of hard work will all be for naught."

As Jin Yunfeng spoke, he did not stop rowing.

He rowed the oar, and the lone Ghost Ship broke through the waves, passing through layer after layer of gloomy mist.

But this Dead Sea truly seemed to have no end. No matter how the Ghost Ship broke through the waves, they still could not see the other side.

Hearing Jin Yunfeng’s worries, Su Bai chuckled lightly.

"You think I’m here to cause trouble for Bai You?"

"Are you not?"

Jin Yunfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

This was precisely what he had been worried about.

For thousands of years, countless Feather Transformation Realm existences have had to enter the Netherworld in the end.

Either to follow the footsteps of the Netherworld Venerable Master, or to search for another path beyond the Feathered state.

But all of these experts, without exception, fell in the Netherworld.

Over thousands of years, there have been cases of mortals or low-Cultivation Cultivators who accidentally entered the Netherworld and were able to return to the world of the living.

But there has never been a single Feathered Transformation Realm True Master who entered the Netherworld and walked out alive!

Not a single one!

Although Su Bai had not said it outright, to a discerning person, this was no longer a secret.

’Coming to the Netherworld to find a book?’

’There is only one famous book in the Netherworld.’

’The legendary, wondrous book controlled by the Netherworld Venerable Master—the one that allows people to undergo Reincarnation!’

"I am here to find Bai You."

Su Bai’s gaze was calm as he slowly said,

"But I’m not the one here to cause him trouble..."

"Huh?"

The ghost fire in Jin Yunfeng’s eye sockets instantly froze.

WHOOSH!

Su Bai offered that single explanation and said no more. He flicked his sleeve at the empty air.

CHIII!

A faint red light flashed and was gone.

Then, amidst countless wails of ghosts and howls of gods, the endless gloomy mist before the Ghost Ship seemed to be split apart by a Celestial Blade.

It stretched for an unknown number of miles.

Jin Yunfeng stared as far as he could, and along that terrifying blade mark, he could vaguely make out a faint, almost nonexistent glimmer of white light.

"What is that?"

"Someone is here to receive us. Why aren’t you moving faster?"

Seeing Jin Yunfeng still in a daze, Su Bai lightly patted his shoulder.

CRACK! CRACK!

Visibly, Jin Yunfeng’s bones began to vibrate wildly, then erupted with terrifying power.

Amidst the sound of a sonic boom, the lone Ghost Ship shot forward dozens of miles in an instant, following the path of the blade mark.