1310 Nether River Ferry (2)
There were also outsiders on the island. After paying the price, they were extradited to the island and waited to go to the Holy City.
Han Muye had gone to take a look. Most of them were demonic cultivators who were nearing the end of their lifespan or whose cultivation had cut off their future.
There were also two cultivators among them who looked old.
These people were extremely envious that Han Muye could walk nonchalantly, casually, and indifferently on the island.
“Brother, didn’t you want to know how the Soul Grinding Banner was refined?”
“Let’s go. Ke Xue has already agreed to show it to you.”
When he appeared again, Huang Six looked energetic. He pulled Han Muye’s sleeve and left.
When he reached the top stone house on the island, Han Muye saw a huge stone platform in the middle.
On the stone platform, a pair of greenish-gray transparent wings unfolded.
These were the wings of a dark beast.
This wing was even larger than the dark beast wings he had seen in the river.
Dressed in white, Ke Xue stood beside the stone platform, holding a golden needle in her hand.
There were golden threads on the back of the golden needles, but the threads were connected to her own body.
“Spirit as a thread?”
Han Muye was slightly taken aback.
It was not difficult to condense one’s spirit into a line, but it was not easy to continuously implicate it.
Not everyone was as abnormal as him, who could forge a longsword with his soul.
Ke Xue nodded and raised her hand. A long golden needle pierced through the wings.
At this moment, the wings flashed with a green light and attached the golden thread to it.
“Cover the entire wing with your soul. Ten wings in front and behind, cover it ten times.”
“If you see that ship, you will know why that treasure can carry thousands of people.”
Ke Xue knitted one needle after another. Her soul was devoured by the wings, and her face revealed a trace of paleness.
She stopped and a golden soul crystal appeared in her palm.
The crystal melted and entered her body, slowly refining.
It was hard to imagine how much time and soul this sail would take.
Of course, the refinement of a sail was also unimaginably rich in tempering the soul.
“With your race’s thorough research of the soul and the immense power of controlling the soul, if you leave this place, you will definitely be able to gain a foothold,” Han Muye suddenly said.
Ke Xue’s body was not just displaying spiritual lines.
This kind of delicate control over the Spiritual Soul, in a battle, could not even withstand a blow from Minghe’s ferryman unless the Spiritual Soul power was abnormally strong.
Not everyone in the Nether River Ferryman race had such a thick divine soul power. Only Ke Xue could refine sails here.
“Leave?” Ke Xue looked up at Han Muye, then turned to Huang Six.
“Brother said so too.”
“But this is our destiny.”
Ke Xue shook her head and looked into the distance.
“The ship is about to arrive. You can leave now.”
“Sixth Brother, if you have time in the future, you can come and see me again.”
Why did this voice sound a little bitter?
Huang Six sighed, nodded, and walked out of the stone house.
“Actually, you can take my sister with you.” Outside the stone house, Ke Yang looked at Huang Six.
“I can also refine sails.”
“You can suppress the Nether River?” Huang Six turned to look at Ke Yang.
Ke Yang was stunned for a moment before disappointment appeared on his face.
His cultivation could not suppress the waves when the Nether River rioted.
If they couldn’t suppress it, the island where their clansmen lived would be devoured.
“If they leave this place, countless demonic cultivators will attack and devour their souls.”
Huang Six’s gaze landed on the blood-colored river as he spoke softly.
Minghe suppressed power other than Spiritual Soul and Qi and blood. Those demonic cultivators were nothing in front of Minghe.
On the other hand, if the ferryman left the Nether River, those demonic cultivators had countless methods to kill them.
Just as Ke Xue had said, this might be fate.
“Actually, it’s not impossible,” Han Muye whispered.
He didn’t continue.
He had some memories of Immortal Venerable Minghe and knew some secrets.
Perhaps if he really obtained the legacy of Immortal Venerable Minghe, he would be able to leave this place.
“Woo—”
Ahead, horns sounded from the river.
A huge ship that was 3,000 feet long and 500 feet tall appeared.
Eighteen thousand-foot-tall sails, each emitting a golden stream of light.
This was at least an immortal treasure, and it was a supreme-grade immortal treasure.
Just these 18 sails, when unfurled, could capture even the soul of an Immortal Lord.
He did not expect there to be such a powerful treasure in the Nether River.
Well, without such treasures, the Nether River Ferryman wouldn’t have survived.
“The Nether River Ferry. Boarding it can take you to the Holy City, can reverse life and death…” An old man in a gray-black robe walked out from one of the stone houses below, his face filled with excitement.
There was an uncontrollable decay in his body.
The Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
This was an expert who had failed to break through the barrier of Human Immortals and Heaven Immortals and was blocked outside of the Heaven Immortal realm.
The Five Decays of Heaven and Man referred to the five stages of decay that occurred in a cultivator’s body as they approached the end of their life.
The cultivators in the stone houses walked out and stared longingly at the approaching the Nether River Ferry.
“Let’s go, I’ll send you guys onto the ship,” Ke Yang said in a low voice.
The big ship stopped 10 miles away.
Ke Yang drove the sailboat and sent the 23 cultivators stationed on the island, as well as himself and Huang Six, onto the large ship.
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