Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 164: Overseas Scenery

On the vast sea, amidst endless gloomy clouds and mist, a dazzling golden ship pressed down the waves, traversing freely.

Regardless of the thunder in the sky or the waves in the sea, nothing could shake the ship in the slightest.

A mid-tier spiritual treasure: [Void-Crossing Golden Ship]!

This spiritual treasure bestowed by True Person Chong Guang was perfectly suited for the harsh spiritual energy environment overseas, slicing through waves with unmatched efficiency.

At the bow of the ship, Lü Yang stood with hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

"Such violent spiritual energy."

With his cultivation, he could naturally discern that the boundless gloomy clouds and mist, along with the resulting waves and thunder, were manifestations of spiritual energy.

"Unlike the mainland, the spiritual energy overseas is extremely chaotic and violent. Ordinary cultivators can't even absorb it. This violent spiritual energy gives rise to even more violent weather phenomena. Combined with the natural environment of the sea, it forms an insurmountable boundary."

Not everyone could venture overseas.

The ten-thousand-mile thunderclouds formed by this violent spiritual energy were powerful enough to rival his Twelve Celestial Demon Tribulation Light and never ceased.

Being within them, even a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining would face near-certain death.

Fortunately, these thunderclouds possessed power but lacked rank, so Foundation Establishment cultivators could still cross. Otherwise, even they wouldn't withstand it.

"My opportunity."

While calculating with his fingers, Lü Yang activated the Celestial Instrument, opening his third eye at the center of his forehead, releasing a golden divine light that quickly pointed him in the right direction.

At the end of the divine light, he saw a ship much smaller than the [Void-Crossing Golden Ship].

"An overseas cultivator?"

Upon seeing this, Lü Yang's eyes lit up.

Boom!

In the sky, countless golden serpents and thunderbolts; in the water, surging undercurrents and towering waves. A three-masted ship struggled under this immense natural force.

"Hold on! Hold on for me!"

At this moment, Chen Xinghai, the helmsman of the Qinghan Dragon Ship, stood at the stern, gripping the helm tightly, despairingly watching the roaring wind and waves around him.

He never imagined that what was supposed to be a routine shipwreck salvage operation at the border would, just as they were about to return, encounter the legendary "Ghost Cloud." The dragon ship couldn't evade in time and crashed directly into it. Since then, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a way out.

Thinking of this, Chen Xinghai couldn't help but look up at the sky.

As a helmsman who lived by the sea, he had heard his father say that beyond the "Ghost Cloud" lay a paradise of gold.

At the time, he thought his father was talking nonsense.

Because no one who entered the "Ghost Cloud" ever returned alive. Wasn't that just a way to deceive children?

However, at this moment, Chen Xinghai sincerely hoped his father's words were true.

Hold on. As long as he could get through the "Ghost Cloud," he could survive. As for whether the other side was a paradise, he no longer cared.

Crack—

At this moment, an unsettling cracking sound reached Chen Xinghai's ears. Turning around, he saw a boatman looking at him with a mournful expression.

"Boss, we're doomed..."

"Shut up!"

Chen Xinghai also felt a bone-chilling cold, because at the stern, the [Sea Patrol Immortal Talisman] personally drawn by an Immortal Alliance cultivator had just developed some cracks. The protective divine light that had been enveloping the entire dragon ship began to dim and was about to shatter.

Being within the "Ghost Cloud," once the talisman broke, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Have the guest elder repair it!"

Chen Xinghai made a final effort. There was still a cultivator on his ship, hired at great expense from the Immortal Alliance. Perhaps he could repair the talisman.

However, when that guest elder appeared before him, Chen Xinghai's already slim hope was completely extinguished. At this moment, the cultivator had an incredibly relaxed smile on his face, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had flown away, unresponsive to the outside world.

"He's possessed!"

Seeing this, Chen Xinghai's heart sank. This was the most terrifying aspect of the "Ghost Cloud" and the origin of its name.

Legend had it that there was an unprecedented battle.

The entire cultivation world's powerful cultivators joined forces to fight the sudden appearance of extraterrestrial demons over the sea. Their battlefield turned the sky crimson, and the waves into a sea of blood.

In the end, the cultivators of the cultivation world achieved victory but paid a heavy price. The area shrouded by the "Ghost Cloud" was their former battlefield. The souls of the dead wandered within the dark clouds, transforming into thunderbolts like golden serpents. Their obsessions stirred the sea, creating never-ending giant waves.

The higher one's cultivation, the more susceptible they were to these souls.

Once deeply affected, one would fall into the memories of these souls, unable to extricate themselves. People at sea called this being "possessed."

At the same time, although the extraterrestrial demons were defeated, they were not exterminated.

Therefore, the surviving cultivators chose to set aside past grievances and stand together to constantly fight against the extraterrestrial demons, eventually forming the unified Immortal Alliance.

"Boss! What should we do!?"

A voice interrupted Chen Xinghai's escapist thoughts, pulling him back to reality, forcing him to face the desperate situation before him.

But what could he do?

He was just a sea dweller under the Immortal Alliance. Without the dragon ship, he would have been annihilated in the "Ghost Cloud" long ago.

Thinking of this, Chen Xinghai couldn't help but smile bitterly and collapsed to the ground. "No hope. Let's just wait for death."

"There's nothing to fear anymore."

After all, at this point, was there anything more terrifying than death?

Then he saw the "Ghost Cloud," which was supposed to be eternal, suddenly churn, followed by an infinite golden light tearing it apart.

Within the golden light, a massive ship crossed the void and arrived. The ship had thirty-six levels, each more imposing than the last, resembling thirty-six layers of firmament clouds. Within the "Ghost Cloud," it was like a towering divine mountain. Wherever it passed, the waves calmed, and even countless thunderbolts couldn't shake it.

Chen Xinghai blinked.

He was wrong. Something even more formidable came from the other side of the "Ghost Cloud"!

The next second, he, who had just been slumped on the ground, leaped up agilely and shouted toward the sky, "Immortal! Immortal, save me, Immortal!"

His plea received a response.

In an instant, Chen Xinghai felt the world spin. When he looked back again, the "Ghost Cloud" had become a distant backdrop.

Around him were calm waves and clear skies.

The towering golden ship had vanished without a trace.

Had he escaped?

For a moment, he even wondered if he had just had a terrifying dream, until he saw a handsome and elegant figure on the ship.

"Commoner Chen Xinghai pays respects to the master!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Xinghai ran up to Lü Yang, bowed, and said, "Thank you, master, for saving me from danger!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang raised an eyebrow.

He had saved Chen Xinghai mainly to inquire about his background, to gain some understanding of the overseas situation and avoid stumbling into trouble.

However, as soon as Chen Xinghai spoke, he noticed something was off.

'Same language?'

Different places had different languages and even dialects. This was entirely normal. As far as he knew, the vast Jiangbei region alone had dozens of dialects.

But the language spoken by Chen Xinghai was very standard, recognized as the "True Speech" by the Primordial Saint Sect, Sword Pavilion, Pure Land, and Dao Lineage, essentially the official language. This was clearly not something a typical overseas cultivator would possess. Either he had connections to the mainland.

Or the overseas force behind him had connections to the mainland!