49: Who is this ship going to take?

“When the fisherman awoke, he found himself lying on the bank, as if last night had been a grand dream!”

“But to his shock, he discovered that his middle-aged body was now strong and vigorous, as robust as a Dragon, his temples had turned black, and he looked many years younger.”

“Even more miraculously, when he returned to his village, he found that half a month had already passed since he fainted.”

“Grandma, how was Wan Wan's story?”

The Nu River rolled, and on a bank, high in a tree.

A woman dressed in a blue Xiuhe dress, with silver tassels in her hair, and clear, distinct black and white eyes filled with a cunning smile, leaned against the tree trunk, one pale, delicate foot hooked up, watching the flickering figures by the river.

As she spoke, she looked to the side.

On a nearby branch sat an old woman with pale eyeballs, a face wrinkled like withered tree bark, a large black hat covering her head, and a dark blue cloak draped over her, sitting cross-legged.

The old woman was expressionless, and when she spoke, her voice was somewhat hoarse:

“Very foolish.”

The young girl beside her smiled even more brightly, clapping her hands, which were tied with red strings from which two bells hung, creating a clear jingling sound.

“Exactly, exactly!”

“Such a foolish story, yet these guys all believed it.”

“They’re all rushing to this desolate wilderness like a swarm of bees, how interesting!”

So, the origin of the story was here!

The young girl seemed very happy to see those people being fooled.

The old woman's pale eyeballs watched the rolling river.

“How many in this world truly catch the deer, not knowing they dream of being fish all day long!”

“Even for the most ethereal things, when people hear of them, they will exert all their effort to contend for them. This world is like this turbid great river; everyone is merely struggling to cross. And you and I are but one of them.”

At this point, the old woman’s pale eyeballs suddenly turned to the young girl, looking somewhat ferocious.

“Therefore, this time we must seize the opportunity.”

“Otherwise, the blessings left by our Old Ancestors will be in vain.”

“Grandma will have no face to meet them below.”

The smile in the young girl's eyes gradually faded, and she looked a bit hesitant.

“Grandma, we’ve been looking for that boat for two years now.”

“Last time, we finally saw that boat with great difficulty, but we couldn’t even get in.”

“This time, can we succeed?”

The young girl recalled a terrifying scene from half a year ago.

In this great river, they saw the boat mentioned in their Old Ancestor’s last words.

That time, that boat actually appeared on its own, revealing its mysterious traces, and it was actually there to welcome someone.

That was a black-clothed man carrying a sword box, his entire being exuding Sword Intent that pierced the sky, like the sharpest sword in the world.

Just one glance at him gave one a heart-pounding sensation!

That time, she saw from afar that various terrifying figures appeared on that boat.

There were Buddhas plucking flowers, and demons roaring wildly, all trying to stop this young Sword Cultivator from boarding the boat!

But that night, the young Sword Cultivator transformed his entire being into a sword, his Sword Qi spanning thirty li across the sky, tearing apart the entire night sky. Then, alone with his sword, he split apart the white mist and boarded that boat.

Yet they, holding the token left by their Old Ancestor, couldn't even break through the mist.

Now, half a year later, this boat has reappeared.

For whom has it appeared?

She didn't know.

But Wan Wan knew one thing: according to the information passed down by her ancestors, that boat specifically welcomed those who were about to Breakthrough the Fourth Heavenly Gate, those 潛龍 with the qualification to seek the Dao.

She heard that inside, various strange and powerful beings lectured and discussed the Dao.

Their ancestors, with their unparalleled talent, were once welcomed onto that boat, gaining immense benefits and becoming powerful figures.

When they left, they secretly took an item from the boat.

They intended for their descendants, when in decline, to rely on this item to find and board this boat.

As for the story of an ordinary fisherman accidentally boarding that boat, it was simply a fantasy. Not to mention that the strange and powerful beings on the boat would obstruct him, even if he did manage to board, he would be instantly annihilated by the powerful Qi.

The old woman heard the young girl's hesitation, her gray eyes flickered, then she looked at the distant figures again and said hoarsely:

“We can only try according to the plan. So many people have come this time. Then, I will use a secret technique to use their popularity as a guide, and with the token, try to illuminate the mist.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than the old woman's face, like withered tree bark, trembled, and her expression changed.

“The token has sensed it.”

With that, a withered hand took out a bronze object from under her cloak.

It was a lamp!

Without lamp oil!

At this moment, the bronze lamp flickered with a faint glow.

Just then, the young girl suddenly exclaimed in surprise,

“Grandma, look!”

The young girl stood on the big tree, looking towards the southeast, her expression revealing a hint of excitement.

At this moment, a thick fog suddenly rose on the distant river surface.

It swept across the river!

At once, sounds of joyful surprise echoed through the mountains and forests in the night.

“Grandma, look over there, the fog has risen!”

“Hey, could it be true?”

“Go!”

“…”

Various Jianghu figures instantly moved like cats smelling fish.

Then, black figures shot towards the river surface.

Someone flew forward, kicked out a green bamboo pole, then stepped lightly on it.

The bamboo shot through the water, and this person used its momentum to cross the river like a reed.

Some directly stepped continuously, not sinking into the water, and walked towards the thick fog.

Others chanted incantations, and waves rose in the river, carrying them into the mist.

…

It was as if the Eight Immortals were crossing the sea, each displaying their Divine Abilities.

The young girl Wan Wan and her grandma watched the scene of hundreds of boats contending on the great river under the night sky, their eyes gleaming.

Those people didn't know that they wouldn't find that boat.

The thick fog was like an boundless illusion; without a guiding object, they wouldn't find their way and would get lost within it.

They were merely serving as a wedding dress for their grandmother and granddaughter!

Then, the grandmother and granddaughter flew down from the tree, followed the restless crowd, crossed the river, and plunged into the mist.

At this moment, the river surface was shrouded in mist.

After everyone entered, their vision was completely dark, as if their eyes had been blindfolded.

Their five senses seemed to be stripped away!

Yet many people continued at undiminished speed, wanting to verify the truth of the rumor, to find that boat, and dashed across the water.

But they ran for a long time.

They estimated it had been several li.

In the darkness, there was nothing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the grandmother and granddaughter took out the bronze lamp in the misty night.

Then, the old woman's lips moved rapidly, and an invisible wave emanated from within her body, rippling outwards.

Following that, the old woman pointed her finger towards the wick of the lamp.

In the darkness, currents of Qi appeared from all directions, converging towards the wick.

After about a few minutes,

“Puff”

A small, bright yellow flame flickered up from the wick.

It illuminated the young girl's agile face and the old woman's face covered in withered skin.

“Grandma, it's lit!”

“It seems this method really works.”

The young girl's clear, distinct black and white eyes shone brightly under the lamplight.

The old woman quickly held up the lamp and looked ahead.

“Go! Follow!”

The mist quickly receded under the lamp's illumination.

A few minutes later, sounds came from afar.

It seemed like something was whispering softly in their ears, and then like people were arguing, erupting in uproarious laughter.

The grandmother and granddaughter exchanged glances.

The thing they had painstakingly sought, following the information left by their ancestors, was finally about to be seen.

But just then, a surprised bellowing sound rang out.

“Good stuff!”

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