Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 2104: 563: The Mysterious Land (part 2)

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Lu Changsheng was interrupted during an intimate moment with the Six Paths Demon Consort by an urgent warning. A mysterious ghost ship, one of the Starry Sky Sea’s greatest disasters, has appeared in the Great Void. Lu Changsheng, needing to investigate this danger, uses the Goddess Furnace to free himself from the Demon Consort.

Yet, upon a more careful scrutiny, shadowy specters seemed to stretch across the vessel, as if legions of spectral souls were aimlessly traversing the deck.

It wasn't just Lu Lingjing who was affected.

Both the White Bone Demon Palace and the White Bone Ghost King found themselves quaking uncontrollably before this colossal ghost ship, as though confronted by an unparalleled terror.

"The Ghost Ship has emerged! If you dare to make another move, both you and I shall perish here!"

While Lu Zhang had subjected her to an intensely unparalleled experience, a process that even evoked a sense of submission within her,

He remained unyielding, rejecting her advances and even attacking her amidst this dire circumstance—a truly… despicable act.

The Six Paths Demon Consort’s mana surged forth, her disheveled, flowing skirt and crystalline footwear suddenly snapping back into place as she exerted her utmost power to contend against Lu Changsheng.

"Ghost Ship!? Could it be the Ghost Ship, one of the four great astral calamities of the Starry Sky Sea!?"

Lu Changsheng's countenance was etched with bewildered astonishment.

To his utter surprise, the peril and the colossal vessel that Qian Zhuyan and the Sea Splitting Mysterious Dragon Whale had spoken of were not referring to the Six Path Demon Lord, but to the Ghost Ship itself.

Having resided within the Starry Sky Sea for countless years, Lu Changsheng was, of course, acquainted with the notorious quartet of astral calamities that plagued the region.

The most infamous among these was none other than the Ghost Ship!

Legend has it that this spectral vessel drifts aimlessly through the Starry Sky Sea, its origins and ultimate destination remaining an enigma to all.

The Ghost Ship’s fearsome notoriety stemmed from the fact that Nascent Soul stage Cultivators had, upon encountering it, been drawn in and subsequently vanished without the slightest trace.

"Withdraw!"

Sensing the pressing urgency from Lu Lingjing and Qian Zhuyan, Lu Changsheng ceased his engagement with the Six Paths Demon Consort, retracted the Goddess Furnace, adjusted his robes, and prepared for a tactical retreat.

However, the ancient and immense Ghost Ship was already bearing down upon them.

An unending expanse of gray-black miasma, akin to a colossal tidal wave, flooded the Great Void, threatening to engulf the Sea Splitting Mysterious Dragon Whale and the White Bone Demon Palace.

"Spirit Whale, A Wu!"

Lu Changsheng swiftly signaled for the Sea Splitting Mysterious Dragon Whale to retreat immediately, aiming to prevent it from directly confronting the Ghost Ship and falling into peril.

Concurrently, the Sun and Moon Taiji Mysterious Light Mirror positioned above him unleashed a torrent of Solar Mysterious Light, attempting to cleave open the void for their escape.

But the pervasive gray-black fog surrounding the Ghost Ship effectively nullified the Solar Mysterious Light.

"What is this!?"

Lu Changsheng's eyes widened in baffled disbelief.

Although this represented but a fraction of the Sun and Moon Taiji Mysterious Light Mirror’s full might, it possessed a power comparable to a strike from a Nascent Soul Cultivator, more than sufficient to rend the Great Void asunder, yet it was effortlessly neutralized.

It was no wonder that the Ghost Ship was regarded as one of the Starry Sky Sea's four great astral calamities, a truly enigmatic and terrifying entity.

Without a second's hesitation, Lu Changsheng divested all the Supreme Spirit Stones contained within his Storage Ring, channeling their essence to further amplify the power of his Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures.

"Boom!"

A resplendent and blinding burst of Solar Mysterious Light radiated from the surface of the Sun and Moon Taiji Mysterious Light Mirror, resembling the shattering of dawn’s darkness, piercing through the endless gloom and tearing open a rift in the void.

The Sea Splitting Mysterious Dragon Whale seized this fleeting chance, its Dragon Horn emitting a faint luminescence and projecting sharp, undulating waves that sliced through layers of the black fog, propelling itself outward.

Yet, just as Lu Changsheng gestured with the Michen Banner, intending to guide Qian Zhuyan and the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng out of the Great Void, an astonishing spectacle unfolded.

An immense tide of the gray-black fog surged forward, completely enveloping Lu Changsheng, Qian Zhuyan, and the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng.

Within his grasp, the Michen Banner appeared to lose all its inherent spiritual essence at that precise moment.

His mana abruptly faltered and ceased to flow.

It felt akin to encountering Spiritless Qi, or being stranded in a barren Spiritless Land, rendering his mana inert and utterly inoperable.

He was not the only one affected.

The Six Paths Demon Consort’s White Bone Demon Palace also dimmed considerably, seemingly caught in the unyielding grip of chaotic currents.

"What is happening!?"

Despite having heard tales of the four astral calamities, specifically the [Ghost Ship], Lu Changsheng lacked concrete details. He managed to steady himself, relying on the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng for support.

Qian Zhuyan’s Puppet Body remained unaffected, its internal Puppet Crystal fully activated. However, her inherent strength proved insufficient to breach the surrounding gray-black fog.

"Master!"

A Wu’s voice called out immediately, indicating that the only recourse was to ignite his Origin Source, thereby revitalizing the power of the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures, which offered their sole hope of breaking through the Ghost Fog.

"Proceed!"

Even though igniting the Origin Source would entail significant future repercussions and a arduous process of repair,

The gravity of the situation demanded swift action, and Lu Changsheng made his decisive command.

Before the Sun and Moon Taiji Mysterious Light Mirror could scorch the Origin Source, a monstrous and peculiar Ghost Ship, appearing to exist between reality and illusion, hurtled directly towards Lu Changsheng and his companions.

Its tattered mast and spectral green lanterns drifted, weaving a ghostly radiance that was both enigmatic and perilous, engulfing him, the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng, and Qian Zhuyan, rendering escape a daunting prospect.

Not just himself, but also a demon and a puppet were caught in the phenomenon.

In the distance, the White Bone Palace was similarly swallowed by the churning, dark miasma emanating from the Ghost Ship.

"Buzz buzz buzz!!!"

Lu Changsheng perceived his surroundings descend into utter darkness, the world swirling, rendering all vision impossible.

Innumerable specters shrieked and bellowed in his ears, their laments straining his qi-blood, mana, and divine sense.

He clutched the Michen Banner in one hand and the Sun and Moon Taiji Mysterious Light Mirror in the other, employing them as protective wards.

Time passed in unknown measure until a sudden sensation of stasis was felt, followed by an involuntary descent from the sky.

"Bang!" He impacted the ground with a solid thud.

Despite his qi-blood, mana, and divine sense being rendered inert and useless, his Fourth Rank Physical Body remained unblemished, even forging a substantial impact crater upon the earth.

"Where could this place be?"

Though the world was enveloped in pitch darkness, it differed from the previous all-encompassing black fog and ghost light that obscured everything; faint outlines of objects could now be perceived.

The sky was devoid of sun, moon, or stars.

He appeared to be situated within a desolate, mountainous terrain.

"A Wu."

Lu Changsheng gazed at the Mirror Disciple he held firmly, utilizing it as a tool to survey the immediate vicinity.

"Where are the Golden Peng and Little Yan?"

His gaze swept over scattered debris, but neither the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng nor Qian Zhuyan was visible, causing a pang of dread in his heart.

Moments before, both the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng and Qian Zhuyan had been swept along with him by the spectral fog, yet neither the demon nor the puppet was present now.