The Most Powerful Bodyguard

"Hmph!" After Nascent Void finished speaking, it fell silent.

Obviously, it didn’t want to mention the matter at all.

Suddenly, a terrifying suction appeared out of nowhere, pulling all the cultivators who were clearly thousands of meters away towards it.

Yang Yan’s expression changed, and he was about to use True Qi to escape when he heard Nascent Void’s somewhat fearful voice.

"Yang Yan, no! You must not use True Qi."

As soon as the words fell, several people around Yang Yan exploded with a bang.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately intended to use the Power of Space to break free from the pull and leave directly.

However, the next moment, he was shocked to realize that compared to this ancient ship, his own power was far from sufficient.

This was truly terrifying.

No wonder Nascent Void seemed so tense.

Right now, he had no means at all and dared not act rashly.

Otherwise, he really didn’t know what would happen next.

He had only seen it from a distance before and let it pass, but now he was so close that he could feel that almost tangible pressure acutely.

In front of it, Yang Yan only felt it was difficult to breathe and even had an impulse to kneel down.

The total pressure wasn’t just physical; it also targeted the soul!

"Once you board the ship, don’t move around carelessly." Nascent Void’s voice suddenly resonated again, warning Yang Yan with exceptional severity.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan felt uncertain and suspicious.

However, he did not doubt the seriousness of Nascent Void’s words.

He furrowed his brows and simply withdrew all vigilance, staring intently at the eerie ship, silently awaiting his fate.

Some cultivators stood far off, gazing at the ship shrouded in distant mist.

Some wanted to escape first but found themselves firmly locked in place, unable to move.

A few closer ones exploded into a mist of blood the instant they tried to use Spiritual Power, body and soul both obliterated.

The blood-red ancient ship slowly approached, like a prehistoric beast with its mouth wide open, the dark void making people’s hearts palpitate.

Bang!

With a shocking thud, Yang Yan was pulled by a tremendous force, his feet slammed into the deck, causing a turmoil of qi and blood and a brief dizziness.

He looked at the continuously flowing blood underfoot, vibrant like life itself.

Soon, Yang Yan noticed some skeletons on the ancient ship, presumably those of the lost.

They remained in their original postures, unmoving like sculptures.

Though they had turned into skeletons, in a trance, one could still discern the lingering fear in their eye sockets.

On the ship, the eerie pull gradually faded.

At this moment, Yang Yan found himself alone; the others had already been reduced to pools of blood from the tremendous impact.

Their clothes, weapons, and even Magical Treasures were all eroded into nothingness by an invisible force.

"Will I perish here?" Yang Yan stared blankly at everything before him, subconsciously questioning himself.

"No, I absolutely won’t."

Almost immediately, he provided a resolute answer.

The ship’s material was unknown to him; Yang Yan struck it heavily with the Nascent Void Transformation Wolf Fang Club, producing a sound as if it were indestructible.

He even brushed aside the blood to find it made of Golden Stone Wood.

This Heaven and Earth Spirit Root was extremely rare, seemed wooden yet metallic, and couldn’t be cut by metal or stone.

It was said to grow only an inch every hundred years. Such a massive ancient ship, who knows how much Golden Stone Wood it consumed.

Just as Yang Yan was about to continue his exploration, the blood before him suddenly seemed to come alive, glowing gold, surging towards him.

Yang Yan was startled, instinctively swaying his body to dodge it.

That was close!

In haste, he almost instinctively used Spiritual Power.

Finally, he woke up abruptly and forcibly utilized the mighty power of the Flawless Divine Body to erupt with terrifying speed, successfully dodging it.

Yang Yan frowned, staring intently at the blood that had fallen back onto the deck.

What kind of blood was that?

Even after countless ages, not only did it not dry up, it also emitted such a terrifying aura.

At this moment, Nascent Void’s voice resonated once more: "Immortal Blood."

Those two words left Yang Yan dumbfounded.

Immortal Blood?

So does this mean there really were Immortals in this world?

He suddenly thought of the content on the mural in the Spirit Destruction Cave.

Could it be... the Ancient Celestial Race were Immortals?!

Even those mighty beings fell here; what terrifying existence lay within!

Thinking of this, Yang Yan couldn’t help but feel a wave of tension.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave the ancient ship; any attempt to fly away would pull him back.

Strangely enough, he could walk freely on the deck.

Moreover, the force that was bound to him had somehow dissipated unknowingly.

Heaving a sigh, Yang Yan accepted the situation; he could only move forward now, determined to see what secrets lay hidden here, even if it meant death.

Past the deck, an astonishing aura emanated from the stern.

Instead of hesitating, he advanced quickly.

Soon, a vast clearing appeared before him.

It was so damaged there wasn’t a single intact spot, with the marks of sword and True Qi attacks everywhere, still speaking to the epic battles of the past.

At this time, the Nascent Void within him actually emerged on its own, and one of the sword marks resonated with the gold light of Nascent Void.

Yang Yan had faced so much shock today, he was gradually becoming numb.

He understood that Zhao Heng had been here before and even returned alive.

No one had ever escaped from the Netherworld Ship for countless ages, yet he managed to leave.

One could only wonder what price he paid for it.

Nascent Void clearly knew, but since it was reluctant to discuss it, Yang Yan naturally refrained from asking.

Evidently sensing Nascent Void’s presence, a droplet of condensed golden light formed, turning into a stream of light, unexpectedly entering Yang Yan’s body and disappearing.

Yang Yan was about to question it when Nascent Void returned to his hand with a clear memory imprinting itself deep within his mind.

It was only then that Yang Yan suddenly realized this was a clue Zhao Heng had intentionally left about this place.

Feeling somewhat excited, he followed the clues and moved forward.

Soon, a tree appeared in his vision.

From afar, it seemed unremarkable, just a giant tree resembling a weeping willow, its branches swaying gently in the blood-scented sea breeze.

As he approached and examined it more closely, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Those willow branches were actually strands of hair cascading from countless ancient corpses nailed densely to the ancient tree!

They even continued to grow as if they were alive after death.

And countless dried corpses were fixed with wedges on their hands and feet.

This was no tree at all; it was simply a uniquely shaped pile of corpses!

Suddenly, a skeleton emerged from beneath the tree.

Its hollow gaze emitted an intensely fierce blue flame, exuding an aura of the underworld.

In an instant, it locked onto Yang Yan.