Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1201: The Red Blood Gate

"Heh heh...

Do we even need to say it? Those two unlucky bastards without Linglong Lamps are definitely not going to survive now!"

Not far from the burly old man, on the prow of a netherworld blood ship, stood a black-haired old man with his hands clasped behind his back.

He stood like a spear, his aura powerful. There was a faint hint of ridicule in his eyes as he said coldly, "Although the Linglong Lamp isn’t a magic treasure, it’s a Wushang life-saving talisman. Now that Eternal Realm Blood Snakes are rampaging within the Spirit Abyss Ghost River, as long as you hang a Linglong Lamp you can stay safe. Those without Linglong Lamps are destined to be eaten by Blood Snakes!"

"Hahaha... what you said makes sense."

The burly old man grinned and laughed along.

At this moment he slowly turned his head back.

When his gaze fell on that netherworld blood ship, the expression on his face instantly froze.

"Th-this... what’s going on?"

The burly old man blurted out.

Right now, the muscles on his face were twitching, his words incoherent, and his eyes were filled with immense shock.

Within his line of sight.

That netherworld blood ship which did not have a Linglong Lamp hanging on it was still steadily drifting atop the river’s surface, and not a single Blood Snake launched an attack on the two people on board.

To the Eternal Realm Blood Snakes, it was as if these two people simply did not exist.

"Th-this... how is that possible?"

The burly old man muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes, unable to believe the scene before him.

"What happened?"

The black-haired old man also turned around when he heard this, and when he saw the two people safe and sound on that paper ship without a Linglong Lamp, his eyes couldn’t help but widen.

Damn...

What the hell is going on?

No Linglong Lamp, and they can still survive?

On the distant netherworld blood ship, that white-robed youth who looked like an immortal was leisurely sipping tea.

The maid in black beside him was obediently half-kneeling at his side.

Countless Blood Snakes howled past above the two of them, yet not a single one launched an attack.

Many people turned their heads at the commotion. When they saw this astonishing scene, each and every one of them was dumbfounded, utterly stupefied.

This scene was almost permanently etched into everyone’s minds.

Luo Li and Nangong Liuyun naturally also turned around and saw it.

"These two are really incredible, they can stay alive even without a Linglong Lamp..."

Luo Li said, her face full of surprise.

Nangong Liuyun’s gaze flickered. Staring at those flying Blood Snakes, she speculated in a low voice, "Could it be that this person... has some treasure that conceals him?"

Luo Li asked curiously, "Sister, you mean these two have a treasure that conceals their Super Divine Dragon Breath, so those Blood Snakes won’t attack?"

"Perhaps. It’s only my guess after all; this situation is already beyond my expectations..."

Nangong Liuyun let out a soft sigh and turned back again.

No matter how beautiful the scenery behind her, if the wish in her heart could not be fulfilled, she would die without being able to rest in peace.

Luo Li stared blankly for a while, always feeling that extraordinary white-robed youth somewhat resembled their old ancestor.

"Heavens, I really must be crazy...

The old ancestor is in the Divine Land, how could he possibly come here? If the old ancestor had really come, he’d definitely have greeted me first!"

After a long while, Luo Li pinched her round, chubby cheeks, shook her head with a smile, then turned back and stopped looking.

"Young man, could it be that you have some kind of treasure on you?"

The burly old man shouted.

"No."

Ye Yun took a sip of tea and said with a calm smile.

The black-haired old man interjected, "Then how did you manage to keep these Blood Snakes from attacking you?"

"Maybe my realm is too low, so these Eternal Realm Blood Snakes can’t even be bothered to pay attention to me..."

Ye Yun said with a smile.

With his cultivation base at the Ninth Level of God-Honor Realm, if he still couldn’t handle these First Level Eternal Realm Blood Snakes, that would be strange.

"What... is your cultivation base?"

The black-haired old man was stunned and kept asking.

"Anyway, it’s very low. It’s not convenient for me to tell you."

Ye Yun shook his head with a smile and continued drinking his tea, treating everyone’s questions as if he hadn’t heard them.

"Ai!"

The black-haired old man sighed, shook his head, and could only feel helpless about Ye Yun’s words.

Everyone almost lost interest, turning back one after another, simply choosing not to pay any more attention.

All of them had come "prepared." Since they had entered the Spirit Abyss Ghost River, naturally they wanted to fulfill their own wishes.

As for how others were doing, they actually didn’t care.

After that minor disturbance, everyone’s expressions returned to normal. Riding the netherworld blood ships, they continued drifting toward the depths of the mist.

Another half a day passed.

The mist grew thinner and thinner, and in the end it completely vanished.

Whoosh, whoosh... a wide expanse of river water, radiating a dense blood-red light, rushed past at high speed.

The netherworld blood ships, one after another, remained perfectly still atop the surging river, extremely eerie.

"The Blood Snakes are gone, the mist has disappeared, and the netherworld blood ships stopped—could it be we’re almost there?"

An old man’s face flushed slightly as he spoke excitedly.

"It should be. Maybe this is where we cast in the Blood Spirit Ganoderma!"

A white-haired old man laughed loudly, unable to help taking out his Blood Spirit Ganoderma and raising it high, seemingly about to throw it in.

His action instantly set things off.

Immediately everyone took out the Blood Spirit Ganoderma on them.

Including Luo Li and Nangong Liuyun.

Right now Nangong Liuyun’s face was flushed, both hands holding up the Blood Spirit Ganoderma, her arms trembling slightly.

"Are we about to make our wishes?"

She muttered to herself, her emotions becoming extremely agitated.

Luo Li held up her Blood Spirit Ganoderma with one hand, her expression very calm.

Because she had no particular wish.

In Luo Li’s view, the so-called wish-making in the Spirit Abyss Ghost River was nothing more than a farce.

Aside from the old ancestor, who else could truly respond to every request?

Gurgle, gurgle...

Just as everyone was about to cast their offerings, large bubbles suddenly rose from the surging blood-red river.

It was as if some enormous creature was about to emerge from the river.

This scene didn’t scare anyone. Instead, it made the cultivators even more excited.

The more unusual it was, the more it showed that the time to make their wishes had arrived.

Strings of bubbles appeared near every netherworld blood ship. The river churned, yet the ships remained extremely steady.

They were not affected in the slightest.

Splash...

A sound of water rang out.

A red, ancient-looking gate suddenly surfaced from the river, standing upright before one of the netherworld blood ships.

The Blood Gate stood six or seven zhang tall and two or three zhang wide, its aura strange and unfathomable.

"This is...?"

On a certain netherworld blood ship, a green-robed old man was so excited that he momentarily didn’t know what to do.

Splash, splash...

The river kept surging as ancient red gates burst from the surface one after another, hanging down before every netherworld blood ship.

Not a single ship was left out.

Even Ye Yun’s netherworld blood ship without a Linglong Lamp was the same.

"All flashy tricks and playacting, but it does have a certain charm..."

Ye Yun smiled faintly.

Beside him, Mu Qing’s hand trembled; she was startled by the sudden appearance of the red Blood Gate.

The red Blood Gate hung over the river, exuding dense blood energy, its two blood-colored doors tightly shut.

No one knew where this door would lead once it opened.

Hell?

Such a thought suddenly surfaced in Mu Qing’s mind.

Cre-eak...

A series of heavy, tooth-aching sounds rang out.

The red gates slowly opened one after another.

Countless cultivators were entranced, staring fixedly at the red gates, as if they all wanted to know where these doors were about to lead.