Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1311 - 1311 Nether River Ferry (3)

Chapter 1311 - 1311 Nether River Ferry (3)

1311 Nether River Ferry (3)

To board the ship, these cultivators had to pay spiritual rocks, immortal spiritual rocks, soul crystals, or other treasures.

According to Ke Yang, it was worth about 30 million spiritual rocks.

This price was something a Heaven Realm cultivator could afford.

But it was almost his entire fortune.

The cultivators boarding the ship one by one obediently handed over their treasures to the several black-robed figures standing on the deck.

The soul power emanating from these black-robed figures was intimidating, at least at the level of Heaven Immortal Void Realm.

However, strangely, they didn’t look like real humans, but rather, they seemed somewhat stiff, like puppets.

When Ke Yang stepped onto the deck, he whispered a few words to the gray-haired elder standing at the bow of the ship. The elder nodded, and his gaze fell on Huang Six and Han Muye.

“Very well, their pa.s.sage fees are waived.”

The old man said, attracting astonished and envious looks from those around.

30 million spiritual rocks were a substantial fortune.

“Sixth Brother, take care.” When Ke Yang got off the ship, he cupped his hands at Huang Six.

Huang Six watched Ke Yang’s sailboat depart and then looked at the nearby island.

“Thinking back to the days when I roamed the edge of life and death, it really had a unique flavor,” he muttered to himself, turning to see the strange look in Han Muye’s eyes.

The 3,000-foot-long ship slowly moved away, and Han Muye and Huang Six were a.s.signed to a relatively clean cabin.

There were already two demonic cultivators inside.

One of them was Feng Yi, a Heaven Realm Cultivator whose lifespan was running out and whose cultivation was severed. The other was Daoist Shi Yuan, a Half-Sage Realm cultivator who was on his way to the Nether River Holy City in search of opportunities.

Perhaps because of his impending death, Feng Yi was talkative.

Daoist Shi Yuan, on the other hand, rarely spoke.

Feng Yi had boarded the ship six months ago, and the ship had been wandering on the Nether River for half a year.

The ship had nine levels, and they were on the third level.

As they went higher, they needed higher cultivation levels or more money.

Double the ship’s fees.

It was said that on the ninth level, only the strongest among the Heaven Immortals resided.

“Even if one becomes a G.o.d, they still have to cross the Nether River to reverse life and death,” Feng Yi said with some emotion.

Truly understanding life and death and living carefree for a lifetime would make one a true immortal.

But in the world, where could you find someone who truly understood the emptiness, without desires and demands?

According to Feng Yi, the ship would travel on the Nether River for another hundred days before reaching the Holy City.

“Once we arrive at the Holy City, we’ll have a chance to reverse life and death,” Feng Yi’s eyes were filled with antic.i.p.ation.

Daoist Shi Yuan turned his head slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of depth.

Huang Six had only said that he was going to the Holy City to seek opportunities.

Han Muye carried his sword on his back and said nothing with his visor on.

A day later, a horn sounded on the ship.

Daoist Shi Yuan got up and rushed out of the cabin.

“We’ve encountered Nether Beasts. The experts on the Nether River Ferry will take action to hunt them down, and we can join in and get some benefits,” Feng Yi said as he rushed out as well.

Han Muye and Huang Six looked at each other and walked out of the quiet room.

Outside, they could see cultivators everywhere.

Some were observing, while others rushed to the deck.

In the blood-red waves, the entire ship gently swayed.

On the 18 sails, three of them rose, with 1000-foot high sails flashing with golden light.

The golden light turned into ropes, entwining a thirty-zhang-long grayish-blue exotic beast in the river ahead.

This exotic beast’s body was different from the Nether Beasts they had seen before; it was round and covered in long spikes. It was bound by golden ropes, constantly roaring, sounding like a crying baby.

“It’s a Terror Soul Beast. Those spikes are not easy to deal with.”

Someone whispered, quietly retreating.

The golden rope pulled the 300-foot exotic beast to the bow of the ship and slammed it down with a “bang.”

Dozens of cultivators with different body shapes swarmed up and struck the beast with various weapons.

“Clang—”

“Clang—”

These weapons struck the long spikes on the beast’s body, making crisp sounds as if the weapons were colliding with each other.

A burly man holding a long ax chopped off a 10-foot-long black spike and dragged it away.

At this moment, the Terror Soul Beast let out a low roar. Its hundreds of spikes suddenly retracted and then burst apart with a loud explosion.

Hundreds of spikes flew out, piercing through the bodies of the cultivators surrounding it.

The burly man who was dragging the spikes suffered the most, with two spikes piercing through his body and fastening him to a thick mast.

Blood stained the ground.

No one paid attention to the cultivators whose bodies had been pierced. More people rushed forward, wielding their weapons and striking the body of the Terror Soul Beast, causing golden blood to spray out.

Divine power!

The blood flowing from this Terror Soul Beast’s body was divine power.

Han Mu Ye moved, and with a few ups and downs, he arrived in front of the Terror Soul Beast’s body.

He raised his hand and slapped down, creating a large gash in the rough body of the Terror Soul Beast, causing golden blood to spurt out.

With a wave of his hand, a faint soul power intertwined with divine power, turning into golden light that flickered in his hand.

Indeed, it was divine power, but it was too thin, not even as concentrated as what could be found in the bodies of ordinary beasts in the divine realm.

However, when this divine power and soul power were combined, it could enhance one’s soul slightly while absorbing divine power.

This was nothing in the Divine Realm, but it was quite precious in the Immortal Realm.

In the mortal world, this blood was a treasure.

Divine power could revive the dormant and withered power in many people’s bodies, supplement their soul power, and loosen their cultivation bottlenecks.

It was indeed good stuff.

“Ho—”

A burly man wearing black demon armor swung a long knife in his hand, and the blade flashed with demonic light. With one swing, he cut the Terror Soul Beast’s body in half.