Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Great Spirit

Above the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, Yaoruoxian quietly waited for Zhang Yang’s death. She could activate Become an Immortal at any moment.

Jin Zhihong’s forces had already arrived.

Inside the Butian Pavilion stood three great talents. Yuan Chimuyu, Nie Bahuang, and Qing Xie, along with the fully cultivated eight hundred Butian Guards.

Among them, Yuan Chimuyu possessed a pair of crimson eyes, a naturally divine gaze. After joining the Butian Pavilion, with the full support of Pavilion Master Jin Zhihong, his eyes had begun to take on the characteristics of holy eyes, allowing him to gaze down from over a thousand meters above.

"Have you found anything?" Jin Zhihong inquired.

Yuan Chimuyu shook his head. "I haven’t found Moon-Returning Dragon and the others, but I did see a young man inside a cave, protected by a life-boosting forbidden law on the mountainside."

Jin Zhihong responded angrily, "As expected, the Abyss of the Buried Immortals is indeed a place of despair, but it also holds a chance for survival!"

This was the outcome he had least wanted to see.

His original plan was to lead his forces to kill Moon-Returning Dragon and his companions, but Moon-Returning Dragon had decisively leaped into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, leaving him uneasy.

The life and death of Moon-Returning Dragon were crucial to the grand plan of the Taixu Dynasty.

The dynasty cared about Moon-Returning Dragon.

Yaoruoxian, on the other hand, cared about Zhang Yang. Upon hearing Yuan Chimuyu’s words, she immediately opened her eyes and whispered, "Killing you truly isn’t easy."

Without needing to ask, she concluded that the young man must be Zhang Yang.

This was her acknowledgement of Zhang Yang, the one who faced the Nine Battles Tribulation.

Just then, a beam of light abruptly appeared at the entrance of the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, covering the entire opening. A terrifying pressure radiated outward, forcing everyone to retreat cautiously.

Then, a massive pitch-black ship emerged from the enveloping light.

No one could discern where it had come from as it slowly detached from the glow.

The ship, dark as if forged from black gold, was actually made of wood—though no one knew what kind.

Its mast rose high, adorned with a large black flag embroidered with a skull.

At the ship’s bow, a gigantic skull exuded Holy Might, clearly marking it as a holy relic.

Upon seeing the vessel, Jin Zhihong exclaimed, "The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, life and death in a cycle!"

Yuan Chimuyu was taken aback. "It can’t be mere coincidence, can it? If the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals appears now, wouldn’t that give Moon-Returning Dragon and the others a chance to survive, and possibly even great fortune?"

"Damn it!"

Jin Zhihong was furious.

He could not afford to be careless regarding the dynasty’s grand plan. He sternly commanded, "Yuan Chimuyu, check again to see if Moon-Returning Dragon is still alive."

Yuan Chimuyu, facing immense pressure, stepped forward, channeling all his strength into his eyes. His crimson irises faintly glowed with holy light, approaching the power of divine vision, a terrifying eye technique that even ordinary Holy Bodies did not possess.

The death energy suppressed by the Ghost Ship clung to the abyss walls, allowing him a glimpse into the depths.

"Master, I cannot see anything," Yuan Chimuyu declared loudly.

Jin Zhihong gritted his teeth.

If he could not see anything, did that mean death?

Yet, he still felt uneasy. Moon-Returning Dragon was the prince of the Cold Moon Dynasty.

Not only did he possess exceptional martial talent and formidable strength, but he was also accompanied by renowned genius experts, and the number of holy treasures in his possession was countless. It was hard to believe that he had no means of survival.

If he survived and returned to the Cold Moon Dynasty, their dynasty’s grand plan would be ruined.

Jin Zhihong stared at the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, his expression flickering with uncertainty.

In contrast, Yaoruoxian stood quietly to the side and murmured to herself, "I came to kill you. If you don’t die, how can I Become an Immortal?"

Holy light surged around her as she stepped forward.

Whoosh!

She boldly set foot onto the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals.

Her decisive action left Jin Zhihong, Yuan Chimuyu, Nie Bahuang, Qing Xie, and the others dumbfounded.

This was true spirit.

It was important to note that, although the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals was said to be a cycle of life and death, continuously sailing within the Abyss, only a handful of people in history had climbed aboard and survived—barely a one-in-ten-thousand chance.

Yet, Yaoruoxian did not hesitate.

Once she confirmed that Zhang Yang was not dead, she boarded the ship without a second thought.

In contrast, Jin Zhihong and the others suddenly appeared far less courageous.

Jin Zhihong felt humiliated.

And yet, he also felt genuine apprehension.

This was the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

For the Ghost Ship, even the saints of the Taixu Dynasty had labeled it as extremely dangerous, warning against boarding it.

Jin Zhihong gritted his teeth. "Yuan Chimuyu, look again!"

The Ghost Ship was enormous, moving at a slow pace as it continued to emerge from the light.

Yuan Chimuyu took out a treasure, holding it in his hand to enhance his vision before looking once more.

"Do you see anything?" Jin Zhihong demanded.

Yuan Chimuyu remained focused.

As the ship’s stern was about to emerge, he suddenly shouted, "Master! Moon-Returning Dragon is alive, and his people are also unharmed! They have a piece of Lightning Tribulation Sacred Wood. It can actually counter the aura of death!"

Jin Zhihong closed his eyes, understanding that he had to make a decision.

The dynasty’s grand plan hinged on Moon-Returning Dragon.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Yuan Chimuyu, Nie Bahuang, Qing Xie, along with one hundred Butian Guards—follow me onto the ship to kill Moon-Returning Dragon! The rest of you, guard this place!"

After issuing the command, he was the first to dash onto the ship.

Yuan Chimuyu, Nie Bahuang, and Qing Xie hesitated briefly before following him aboard.

One hundred Butian Guards also climbed onto the ship.

Moments later, the Ghost Ship completely detached from the beam of light and fully descended.

The light above quietly vanished.

The ship plunged straight down.

However, those on board did not feel the descent. It was as if they were gliding over water, unaffected by gravity.

When the ship’s bow entered Zhang Yang’s view, he recalled the legends of the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals.

According to legend, when the ship appeared, those within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals had to board it. If they refused, the ship would leave no trace, and all lives relying on external forces to survive would be crushed.

He had to board the ship.

Of course, even without this saying, he was already considering it.

Even with his Baxiang Saintly Fire reaching perfection, the chances of it helping him escape were minuscule.

By contrast, the Ghost Ship carried immense danger, but it also offered great fortune.

Thus, he wished to board. However, the overwhelming death energy pressing against the cliff made his heart race. Quickly, he took out the handleless crescent blade, a holy weapon obtained from Saint Yue Shou, and sliced off a piece of stone skin imbued with the life-boosting forbidden law, holding it to shield himself.

Just as he was about to board the ship, he saw Yaoruoxian.

In that moment, he realized that Yaoruoxian’s desire to kill him had reached a near-frantic state.

She was willing to abandon the holy treasure, the Inheritance Stone Furnace.

She was even willing to face the great danger of boarding the Ghost Ship.

Even Zhang Yang couldn’t help but admire her spirit.

Stepping out of the cave, he was met with a massive surge of holy light emanating from Yaoruoxian, signaling that she was about to act.

Jin Zhihong looked on in horror and shouted, "Yaoruoxian, what are you doing?! The ship cannot engage until it reaches the bottom of the abyss, or a great disaster will befall all of us! Do you think the Ghost Ship is your family’s small boat? It is filled with vast terror!"

Yaoruoxian’s momentum slowed for a moment.

Zhang Yang had already boarded the ship.

They were now merely ten meters apart, standing firmly in place, coldly staring at each other.

Both knew that this would mark the beginning of an exciting, dangerous, and terrifying journey—one filled with opportunities—within the Nine Battles Tribulation.