Nine Star Hegemon Body Art (WN) -
Chapter 6283: Once More Seeing a Ghost Ship
“Senior!”
Long Chen’s heart leapt with joy. At long last, the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign had broken its silence.
However, its voice was faint and frail, stirring a pang of worry in Long Chen.
“Long Chen, the world has changed. The karmic luck of the nine heavens is in chaos, and a new tribulation is brewing—one that may eclipse even the primal chaos war. There’s not that much time left. Though I know you need to increase your strength urgently, this is not the right moment.
“This black water runs through the nine heavens and ten lands. If you recall your blood soul energy now, your harvest will be limited to this pool here. Wait until the time is ripe. Then, you may call it all back in one stroke... and establish your Dao foundation.”
“Senior, what should I do now?” asked Long Chen hastily.
With the Earth Cauldron in a deep slumber, he had no one else to consult.
The Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign started, “When you crushed the Sovereign King Dragon Crown, you shattered the tradition of the dragon race, returning this karmic luck to the ten thousand branches of the dragon race. This is unprecedented in the dragon race’s history.
“Then, I witnessed how you slew the outer-world dragons and seized their Sovereign flames. That was no mere slaughter—it was reclamation. Those outsiders stole the nine heavens’ dragon luck long ago, and through your blade, you are taking back what belongs to us.
“Your appearance is the turning point of the dragon race. You will forge a path our history has never seen. When I saw your Dao-heart remain as unshakable as a boulder and you were even willing to raise your blade against fellow nine star heirs for the sake of justice, I was very gratified. Entrusting the dragon race to you... has been the best choice of my life.”
Toward the end, the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign’s voice grew emotional.
This praise from the Dragon Sovereign made Long Chen emotional as well. Ever since killing those nine star heirs, he had carried a faint guilt. But with this recognition, that lingering shadow dissolved completely.
“Long Chen... my body is sealed, my soul bound. I cannot help you. You must—”
Suddenly, the Dragon Sovereign’s voice was cut off.
“Senior!”
Long Chen froze. Then rage surged through him. The voice had not faded naturally—it had been severed by some strange law.
The thought of the proudest existence in dragon race’s history shackled and humiliated like this ignited a fire in his chest. Let alone the prideful dragon race, even an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to endure such humiliation.
Senior, wait for me! I will grow stronger—I will shatter your chains! And when that day comes, we’ll repay them tenfold. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye!
Beside Long Chen, Mo Nian had quietly watched the storm of emotions flashing across his friend’s face—shock, joy, grief, fury. However, he wisely kept silent.
Long Chen took a deep breath and focused on the matter on hand.
He said, “Come on. Let’s take a look at that island.”
“You’ve got a way across??” asked Mo Nian delightedly.
“Nope.”
“What the fuck?” Mo Nian was speechless. If he didn’t have a solution, what were all those rich expressions about?
“This black water’s tricky,” Mo Nian grumbled. “When I fell in, the currents nearly dragged me into another space. According to my estimation, the black water seems to be bound by some kind of formation. Anything thrown into it, whether divine weapon or flesh, gets swept away by some kind of chaotic currents. No physical body can cross it. But if we use divine energy to activate a divine weapon and cross it, that will rouse the wild currents even further. What a pain.”
“I have a solution!” Long Chen exclaimed as he suddenly thought of something.
He summoned a mound of black soil, molded it into the shape of a crude little boat, then fired it until it hardened like ceramic.
“Uh, are you sure this will work?” Mo Nian asked, eyeing the shoddy little boat doubtfully.
“It shouldn’t be a problem!”
After crafting two makeshift black paddles, Long Chen pushed the boat into the water. The two of them hopped on lightly.
To Mo Nian’s amazement, the black water couldn’t corrode the boat and paddles at all.
After that, they sealed their cultivation and divine sense, relying only on their physical strength to row. That way, there wouldn’t be ripples of energy for the black water to detect.
“Let’s go!”
With a push of the paddles, the boat glided smoothly forward. At first, Mo Nian tensed up, ready to brace sudden spatial distortions. But after some time, he found that everything was going peacefully. So, his grip loosened, and he started to row with Long Chen.
Even without divine energy, their raw strength was monstrous. Each stroke sent them shooting across the black expanse. Soon, the mist thickened until they couldn’t see where they were.
“Mo Nian, I’ll paddle. You focus on keeping us on course,” said Long Chen.
Mo Nian nodded. This mist was unnatural, and without divine sense to guide them, the smallest deviation could leave them lost forever. He had to concentrate fully on maintaining their direction while Long Chen provided the muscle.
With one steering and the other rowing, they slipped silently across the black sea. It wasn’t long before the fog thickened until they couldn’t even see their own hands in front of their faces. It was frighteningly quiet.
Suddenly, Long Chen’s paddle struck something solid. He reached out instinctively—and froze.
What he touched was an icy hand. The moment Long Chen realized this, even his battle-hardened body broke out in goosebumps, and he nearly shouted.
Sensing something as well, Mo Nian moved over to check.
Long Chen really did have guts. Even after touching the icy hand, he didn’t let go and brought it up to his face so they could see what it was.
It was the corpse of a huge woman, her hand bigger than an average man. The woman’s palms were rough with calluses, and in her other hand, she still clutched a spear.
In the stifling dark, without daring to use divine energy, they could only make out her vague outline.
Just as they considered whether to drag the body onto their boat or not, they saw a speck of light appear in the mist. That light was like a devil’s eye, and it slowly got closer to the two of them.
Both men stiffened, not daring to move. As the light got closer, its source came into view—a broken-down ship with a flickering lantern on its prow. It cast a demonic, ghostly light.
“It’s a Ghost Ship!” they shouted.
Their expressions hardened. Both had encountered Ghost Ships before—especially Long Chen, who had seen more than his share of these cursed vessels. He was familiar with their aura of decay and time.
The ship was heading straight for them. Acting on instinct, Long Chen released the corpse’s hand and quietly paddled their boat away, retreating just beyond the edge of the lantern’s light.
As expected, the Ghost Ship paid them no attention. Instead, it closed in on the corpse. Then, a long pole tipped with a hook extended from its deck, snagging the body and dragging it aboard.
Long Chen and Mo Nian exchanged a glance. Without a word, both nodded and paddled their boat toward the Ghost Ship.
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