Chapter 26. Do all rogue cultivators conceal such talents nowadays?! – Jinyu Translations
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The violent tempest gradually calmed down.
Black clouds scattered, but the sky was still dark; in the far distance, where the vast sea met the sky, bright rays were shining. All the vast lit water surface was deserted, and only their broken ship was sailing the sea.
This ship wasn’t small, and even had an upper deck. The carvings could be seen on the upper deck’s shutters, but they were so old that the window paper had long since rotted: the wood could not last for too long if the ship is roving around seas day after day.
The hull of the ship was careening to the sides, as if it could sink to the bottom of the sea any moment. The noise of waves lapping against the sides of their boat kept coming rhythmically, making completely exhausted people on the boat feel drowsy.
Everything was unusually calm, but wrong all around anyway.
Obviously, it was a sea, but it was called the Weak Waters.
The Seventh Layer of the Abyss was so vast, but only the two of them were there. Since every layer of the Abyss had an owner, there must have been one here too; but where was this person?
Changming couldn’t be sure whether everything he saw around him was an illusion or the reality.
He looked at the Golden Glass Beads Staff in his hand.
In the past few illusions he had visited, this Buddhist cane wasn’t with him. Could it be that he had already left the Mirror Lake for good?
The Nine Layers of the Abyss was fathomless and miraculous indeed, no wonder it enjoyed equal fame with the Yellow Springs.
While it was said that one could die hopelessly at each step in the Yellow Springs, the Nine Layers of the Abyss were a place of exceptional beauty concealing mortal dangers.
One moment, it would make people breathless with fear, but the next moment it could make them leap into the gentle and intimate embrace of death willingly.
Creak, creak.
Rather weird sounds, not quite irritating, were coming from the depths of the ship’s hold.
As if a rat was gnawing on wood, or some old construction elements of the boat were groaning under its weight.
Changming wasn’t used to remaining idle, so, after sitting for some time to recover some energy, he got up and went towards the hold.
But Yun Hai grabbed his arm.
Yun Hai said: “I will go first, you follow me.”
After some thought, he added one line: “I have never been there either.”
Changming gave no comments. When he saw Yun Hai enter the hold first, he only thought that it was really strange.
Was it still his wicked disciple with a new personality who spared no efforts to give him a hard time?
Changming wanted to say something, but said nothing in the end.
The two of them, one following the other, entered the hold.
The musty odour assaulted their senses. The shining gold beads of the Buddhist staff illuminated the corners of the hold.
There were some bones, spider webs, broken furniture, and dried up leftovers on the table, which had long since gotten mildewed.
