Chapter 830 - 830 New Disciple of the Yin Yang Flower Sect, Xu Qing (1)

830 New Disciple of the Yin Yang Flower Sect, Xu Qing (1)

At the border between the Holy Wave Large Region and the Moon Worship Region, there were some small mortal countries scattered around, as well as some markets prepared for those traveling along the river.

After all, as long as outsiders didn’t stay too long in the Moon Worship Region, they wouldn’t be affected by the curse. Hence, there were some trades carried out here.

As for the boundary, it was actually a majestic river.

The name of the river was Sacrificial Yin. It surrounded the entire Moon Worship Region and enveloped it.

The river water was red all year round, like blood. Even the smell was the same. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow across the river, blowing the smell of blood to the shore and spreading in all directions.

Those who didn’t understand all of this would instinctively be vigilant after smelling this scent. However, as they got closer to this area, most of the passersby were used to it.

It was the same for the convoy Xu Qing and the others were in.

The traveling merchants and those escort guards clearly often took this path, so their expressions didn’t change.

Xu Qing took a sniff and fell into deep thought.

Other than the smell of blood, there was also a faint aura of the Crimson Goddess.

However, this aura was extremely weak. If Xu Qing didn’t have the Purple Moon, it would be impossible for him to sense it.

“There is a curse here.”

Ling’er suddenly spoke. Her voice was crisp and pleasant to the ears.

Inside the carriage, the captain stretched with a yawn, pulled back the curtain, glanced outside, and broke into a smile.

“This is the smell emitted from the Sacrificial Yin. That river wasn’t naturally formed; it’s the result of Crimson Goddess gathering the life force of beings in the Moon Worship Region, transforming their blood, and imprinting a curse in it.”

“This river isn’t dangerous to outsiders. As long as you give enough sacrifices, you can enter and leave. However, to the various races in the Moon Worship Region, it’s the door of a cage.”

” Calculating the time, we’ll be able to reach the shore by dusk today. We’ll be able to enter the Moon Worship Region in a few days.” The captain’s eyes revealed anticipation.

After they left Fenghai County, they hid all the way in the Deep Blue Region. They were even more careful when they stepped into the Holy Wave Large Region. In the end, under Xu Qing’s suggestion, they sneaked into this convoy and moved forward.

Walking among the mortals was a better way to conceal themselves than using spells.

Just like that, they arrived here in a month.

Very soon, dusk arrived. The sky was covered in a red glow, and it was the same color as the river water that was reflected in Xu Qing and the others’ eyes.

The monochromatic scene of that river gave off a feeling that was not beautiful, but rather eerie and ominous.

At this place, Xu Qing and the others left the convoy and stopped by the banks of the Sacrifice Yin River.

The surging river rolled southward, emanating a strong scent of blood. Faintly, one could see skeletal remains bobbing in the river, the remains of those who had tried to escape from the Moon Worship Region.

Under the corrosion of the river, their appearances when they were alive could no longer be seen. However, from the size of the bones, it could be seen that there were many children among them.

“The moment the living beings in the Moon Worship Region are born, they are food,” the captain said calmly.

Ling’er looked at all of this and sighed softly. She didn’t say anything but moved closer to Xu Qing. It was as though the warmth on Xu Qing’s body could make her feel safer.

Xu Qing fell silent and lifted his head to look at the fragmented-face of the god in the sky.

Wasn’t the entire Wanggu Continent the same as the Moon Worship Region?

Ning Yan, who was behind the two of them, already had a mournful expression on his face, and it became even more bitter.

He didn’t want to come. He was living well and comfortably in the city, but he was forcefully brought to such a damn place.

He knew about the Moon Worship Region.

It was also because he had heard of this large region that he was very afraid of it and wasn’t willing to go near it.

‘That damn Chen Erniu is too much!’ Ning Yan cursed inwardly, but he didn’t dare to show it on his face at all. He was afraid of being bitten.

Compared to his unwillingness, Wu Jianwu was extremely willing to join this time.

Even though this river looked bizarre, it didn’t affect the pride in his heart. At this moment, he stood on the shore and took a deep breath before speaking loudly.

“I saw the setting sun and the lonely smoke, the great river’s waves churning for seventy thousand years!”

“Good poem!” When the captain heard this, his eyes lit up and he praised.

Wu Jianwu coughed and lifted his chin. Just as he was about to speak again, he saw Xu Qing frowning. He hurriedly stopped talking.

Xu Qing was a little tired of listening. On the way, the other party had made up no less than a hundred poems. At that moment, with a wave of his hand, the spirit liner appeared and landed on the river.

Xu Qing’s spirit liner was designed by Zhang San. The Sixth Peak’s elders worked together to forge it for him. Its shape was already completely different from his magic warship. It had even left the scope of a ship.

This was Zhang San’s ingenious design.

It looked like a hunchbacked old woman. It was 5,000 feet tall and wore a wide black robe.

Numerous pavilions were built on its hunched back for use as cabins.

Its robe spread out on the river, creating layers of ripples. This was the sail of the liner.

What was even stranger was the old woman’s hands.

Its right hand held a lantern that emitted a faint green light. Flames burned inside and mournful cries rang out from time to time.

This was the power source.

As for its left hand, there was a red eye floating there, constantly looking in all directions.

This was a replica of the Seven Blood Eyes’ Taboo magic treasure.

Xu Qing was shocked when he obtained such a spirit liner previously. Now that it had landed on the long river, regardless of whether it was Ning Yan or Wu Jianwu, their hearts stirred when they saw it.

“Is this your Seventh Peak’s spirit liner?” Wu Jianwu took a deep breath and spoke in human language.

The captain smiled at the side.

“Looks like Zhang San has some thoughts about Binding.”

This old woman’s appearance was very similar to a god of the Merfolk Island, Binding.