Chapter 240: Drifting Through Eternity

Chapter 240: Drifting Through Eternity

The black paper boat was very small, about the size of a palm, delicate and exquisite, lacking any ghostly ship's grandeur, let alone being as massive as a mountain.

Shihou's heart trembled. This was the true appearance of the ghostly boat drifting down from ancient times, and its source was here.

The river was made of liquefied spiritual energy, crystal clear, radiating a rosy glow. As soon as one approached, it gave a sensation of ascension, making the whole body feel extraordinarily comfortable.

Shihou wondered if the portal truly connected to the divine realm. Otherwise, how could there be such a river where the water was liquefied spiritual essence?

In the Great Wilderness, this was simply inconceivable. Such a river could trigger wars among ancient nations and lead to ancient sects fighting over it. It was incredibly precious.

He approached and, with a flash of runes on his palm, intercepted the paper boat drifting downstream, and collected it in his palm. He immediately felt a surge of vitality.

At the same time, his soul quivered, nearly causing him to collapse. It felt as though the sun, moon, and stars were falling, and the world was on the brink of collapse.

“What is this?” Shihou was shocked, taking a long time to stabilize his mind. What kind of power was this, all caused by the black paper boat?

Eventually, his mind cleared, and everything calmed down, no longer affected by the fluctuations.

The black paper boat looked as new as if it had just been folded. On it was a line of blood-red characters, vivid and shimmering with a strange luster. The message was: “Only I remain.”

As the sound of the wind rose and the boat drifted away, it was as if a woman was sighing, sending a melancholic and wistful voice from the ancient times.

Shihou's hair stood on end. The paper boat remained as new, the blood still fresh. Could the woman still be there, inside that blazing portal?

No, although the blood had not dried, it was still red and crystal clear. However, he could clearly sense a power of the ages from the boat. If he focused, he would perceive it.

In ancient times, people discovered ghostly boats, but when the black paper boat truly originated was unpredictable. Apart from him, no one else knew the secret of the black paper boat.

Shihou's heart surged with emotions, unable to calm down.

Where did the black paper boat come from? Could it really be from another world? How could it drift for so many millennia with the blood still present? Who was it written for?

“Kunpeng built its nest in the ancient times, adjacent to this portal,” Shihou was speechless for a moment, standing still for a long time.

Eventually, the distant sounds of battle brought him back to reality.

He looked down at the black paper boat in his hand. For some reason, it made his heartstrings tremble. It was as if he saw a woman sitting high in the heavens, with a sense of melancholy, her glance at that moment, eternal and sorrowful.

He shook his head vigorously, coming back to his senses.

“This blood is so potent, so mysterious. Only this black paper boat can contain it,” Shihou marveled.

The fresh blood on the black paper boat contained a vast and unfathomable divine power. If it was triggered, it would overshadow heaven and earth.

“Quite astonishing,” Shihou was shaken. No wonder, when he first held the paper boat in his palm, he saw the scene of stars falling and the vast world collapsing. Did this foreshadow the power of the blood?

Just a trace of blood had transformed the paper boat into an invincible ghostly ship. Now that the divine nature of the blood had not yet dissipated, one could still appreciate its essence.

The blood on the ghostly ship had long since dried. However, the blood on the black paper boat was still fresh. Though its divine nature had dissipated, part of it remained, its brilliance subdued.

Shihou carefully stored it away in his Qiankun bag.

He decided not to dwell on it for now. It was not the time to be distracted; a moment’s lapse could lead to his demise.

The number of people in front of the glowing portal gradually increased, causing some disturbance. A group of people suddenly attacked, and runes filled the sky, leading to a fierce battle.

“Heavenly gods, there is a piece of divine wood here.”

Finally, someone exclaimed, attracting many powerful beings from the vicinity of the Kunpeng's nest. Numerous experts arrived in response.

Shihou glanced over and saw that within the blazing portal lay a piece of decayed wood. Although it was nearly rotted from being soaked, it still emitted a divine radiance, shining brightly.

He realized that the black paper boat had likely drifted out because it was blocked by this piece of decayed wood over the long years.

The piece of wood was probably a branch, as thick as a barrel, covered with dragon patterns. Although it was in a terrible state, it still emitted a rich divine glow, which was quite astonishing.

Due to the intense light of the portal and the river being a spiritual liquid, no one had noticed it before.

“Look at those patterns, look at that radiance. How does it resemble the mythical Kunmu?” someone exclaimed.

“There is also a green leaf, crystal clear and not decayed, immersed in the water. It truly resembles the leaf of Kunmu,” the place caused a great stir.

The battle became even fiercer. Beings of different races called their kin for help. Blood splattered, and bodies fell in large numbers. The battle was brutal.

The island reef boiled with activity. The number of people was no less than that around the Kunpeng’s nest, all driven mad by the name Kunmu. Beings packed tightly, runes flying everywhere, flooding the area.

Shihou was also shocked. What kind of place was this, and why was there such a divine wood?

“Could this be the place where the heavens were opened? Could the portal lead to the divine realm?”

“Kunmu! Are you sure it’s not a mistake? This is truly unbelievable. Has it really appeared?”

Some beings, while fighting, sought confirmation from their kin, madly pushing forward, leaping into the river, preparing to seize the piece of decayed wood.

“Puff!”

However, when they entered the river, trying to pass through the portal against the current, everyone exploded instantly, burning to ashes, turning into sparkling light rain.

This was shocking. Even some powerful beings, like sea beasts hundreds of meters long, still exploded here, turning into blood mist, unable to withstand a single blow.

The portal seemed to be a forbidden zone, not allowing beings from the mortal realm to approach.

Shihou stood at a distance, his emotions surging and unable to calm down. He thought of the black paper boat, the Kunpeng's nest, the portal, and Kunmu. Everything was here, profoundly shocking.

Kunmu, born in the world, is a bridge connecting heaven, earth, and gods.

Such a tree only appeared in legends, said to reach the heavens and span the firmament, unparalleled in its grandeur.

It was said that it was cut down in ancient times, and since then, it had not been seen in the world.

Of course, some of the oldest divine mountains might have a leaf or two of it, while others can only be seen in ancient texts.

Initially, people were skeptical when they saw the intense battle and the exclamations, thinking it was just a similar ancient tree. But now, after witnessing the power of the forbidden light, if it was indeed like the divine realm behind it, many were convinced.

This was most likely the Kunmu, containing the mysteries of heaven and earth. Holding a leaf from it would aid in better understanding the Dao and enhance cultivation speed, making it a treasure.

There was a crystal-clear Kunmu leaf here. There was also a piece of decayed wood, naturally driving people mad. Even pure-blooded beings wanted to fight for it.

“Everyone get out of the way!”

At that moment, a powerful and domineering shout came, accompanied by a vast golden light, overwhelming and causing many to cough up blood and be thrown out.

A group of people, as the light descended, were submerged by a golden wave, crushed into blood and mud. They were as fragile as porcelain, losing their lives instantly.

“Descendants of the Sea God,” everyone trembled.

It wasn't that those people were weak; it was that the descendants of the Sea God were too strong. Wearing golden battle armor, with flowing long hair and eyes as blue as sapphires, he was as handsome as a woman.

This was a formidable young man. With a golden war spear in hand, he commanded, “Step aside, or face death without mercy.”

Golden waves surged violently. He seemed to be standing in an ocean, his entire presence like a furnace, burning fiercely, looking down on all challengers.

Naturally, some were unwilling to accept this. Among them were those who had surpassed the Spirit Transformation realm, and they were enraged. A mere junior dared to be so arrogant and overbearing—it was simply intolerable.

The heavens and earth roared as if meteors were falling. Numerous magical artifacts were suppressed and attacked. People took action.

“Boom!”

However, the young man swung his golden war spear, emitting a sky-piercing brilliance, exuding an aura capable of slaughtering countless armies.

Puffing sounds echoed. In the golden waves, before the golden war spear, strong warriors exploded one after another. Only the strongest among them were cut in half, their remains preserved, but none survived.

All the magical artifacts shattered and fell to the ground, none remaining intact.

All who rushed forward perished, and not a single person survived. This overwhelming strength and invincible method deeply shocked everyone. It was as if the Sea God himself had been reborn.

“Anyone who wants to live, get out of my way!”

The Sea God’s descendant was unmatched in power. With his blue hair flowing and holding the war spear, he pointed at everyone. Although young, he exuded an aura of dominating the world and supreme arrogance.

Nearby crowds involuntarily retreated. This young man was so formidable, at the pinnacle of the Spirit Transformation realm, far surpassing the ordinary. At this level, he was akin to a young deity.

“Didn’t you hear? If you don’t retreat, do you want to seek death?”

A group of golden-armored warriors appeared, each with a proud expression, ordering everyone. One of them even pointed at Shihou and shouted sternly.

“You mere servant, how dare you be so arrogant?” Naturally, the brat was displeased. The young man in the arena was already arrogant enough, and he couldn’t tolerate his servant being so brazen.

“Not immediately slaying you is already showing mercy. How dare you oppose the Sea God’s lineage and seek death?” The few in golden armor stared with cold eyes at Shihou, one of them leaping up with a fierce demeanor and stepping down.

These were Sea Clan warriors who had undergone life-and-death trials, possessing great strength, having bathed in the blood of many beings, and followed the Sea God’s descendant with swift and ruthless methods.

Their current demeanor reflected their usual dominance. Leaping up, one of them aimed a kick at Shihou’s chest from above, with cold and arrogant eyes. Runes burned fiercely in his hand as he struck down.

The crowd changed color. This was an extremely powerful sea creature. No wonder it was as harsh and ruthless as its master. It truly had such strength.

Many realized that if they fought this being, they were no match. The Sea God’s descendant’s servant was too strong.

Shihou’s gaze was cold, without speaking. He lifted the black broken sword in his hand, striking upwards. Instantly, dark light surged, piercing through the heavens.

The sea creature screamed, unleashing all its secret treasures. Runes filled the sky as it tried to suppress Shihou’s attack, but still couldn’t stop it.

“Puff!”

He was split in half by Shihou, cleanly from bottom to top, accompanied by a heavy rain of blood. The two halves of his body fell to the ground.

“That broken sword’s power is so strong. He himself is only in the Spirit Transformation realm,” someone discerned the reality.

The crowd’s eyelids twitched. A powerful sea warrior was cleaved in half, which many found exceptionally satisfying. These golden warriors were too overbearing and oppressive.

Everyone was holding their breath. Being driven away by the Sea God’s descendant was bad enough, but being scolded by these battle servants was infuriating.

“How dare you kill my follower, seeking death?” The Sea God’s descendant turned, holding the golden war spear, pointing at Shihou. His blue hair flew wildly, and beams of light shot from his eyes.

“Who do you think you are? Do you really think you’ve become the Sea God? Even if the Sea God himself were here, he would still be cut down if he provoked me,” the brat replied fiercely.

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