As the old wooden boat shuttled through space, Elder Yin remained as quiet as always.1

But Lin Xun knew that Elder Yin was definitely not inferior to Mister Miaoxuan, and perhaps might even be more amazing!1

This was because he was always able to turn calamities into blessings whenever they encountered dangers along the way, including the residual auras of Emperor cultivators, which could take the life of any Saint. 0

Could an ordinary person do that?1

One day, while Lin Xun was studying and practicing the Great Dao Furnace Art, he noticed that the wooden boat passed through a cemetery-like starry sky area. 0

The tombs were suspended in the starry sky like meteors, producing an eerie and unfathomable  aura. It was as though each one housed ancient gods and demons!0

A blood mosquito was resting on one of the tombs. It was at least hundreds of feet long, and its body was as striking red as blood and gave off a sinister coldness. 2

Its eyes were like a pair of blood-colored lanterns, and it had sixteen wings extended out of its back. Each pair was imprinted with complex, peculiar underworld symbols. 0

Even a mere glance at it from afar would send a gush of ferocious and...0