This ancient warship is incredibly sinister and mysterious.

It harbors the most malevolent things in this world, yet exudes the pure aura of a Heavenly Tribulation, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhou Yan felt his whole body turn cold, the chill reaching his bones.

Yet, he remained exceptionally calm. When he sensed something like a breath of hot air on his neck, Zhou Yan had already manifested the Thunderhawk Battle Body.

The Thunderhawk, focused on thunder, soars amidst lightning, is the Sovereign of the Heavenly Tribulation, and symbolizes thunder.

Even though Zhou Yan couldn't move, as if stuck in place, or trapped in a quagmire unable to struggle, it didn't stop him from deploying the Tao Rules, manifesting the regulations.

Moreover, even if Zhou Yan couldn't move, there are things in this world that cannot be restrained, like the immortal divinity, like the immortal soul liquid, and even the powerful Emperor Blood.

These, which could not be suppressed in the Thousand Soul Abyss Barrier of the past, cannot be suppressed here either.

With his strong and invincible will, Zhou Yan shifted his body, heavy as ten thousand tons, manifesting an indescribable Supreme Dao Rule.

At that moment, the Silent Annihilation Purple Flame ignited on Zhou Yan's body, presenting the aura of a destructive Heavenly Tribulation.

"Sizzle—"

The void slightly trembled, as if some terrifying creature was startled and impacted, like a wave of light suddenly darted out, shot into the massive energy cluster of the Heavenly Tribulation, and disappeared without a trace.

And the sensation of being watched with icy eyes vanished in an instant.

Zhou Yan manifested the form of a gigantic Thunderhawk-like Battle Body, looking like an ancient eagle demon with iron-feathered wings flashing with frosty cold bone-spiked giant arms.

A variety of similarly pure Heavenly Tribulation aura seemed to form an attraction.

Gradually, the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation slowly flowed in, merging into Zhou Yan's Xingyi Eagle Form Battle Body, forming layers of purple arcs that glistened in the somewhat bright heaven and earth, creating a dazzling display.

However, this absorption, which initially started slowly, suddenly became intense, as if it were about to burst forth violently in an instant.

Alarmed, Zhou Yan immediately deployed the Emperor Qi Dragon Swallowing Sky Divine Skill, instantly devouring a vast swath of the Heavenly Tribulation, then immediately returned to his original body, canceling the Battle Body.

Afterward, Zhou Yan, thoughtful, manifested the Divine Monkey Sword Soul, with Emperor Blood flowing, long fur growing out, holding the Devil Suppressing Stick, with Purple Flame flickering around him.

In this way, Zhou Yan directly extricated himself from the terrifying situation of endless surging Heavenly Tribulation.

By this moment, Zhou Yan felt much at ease, and his whole being was no longer rigid.

He clearly broke free from some kind of shackle.

And the result of breaking the shackle was that he was no longer constrained by the world of this ancient warship, allowing him to move.

Zhou Yan walked on this hard ship, holding the Devil Suppressing Stick.

It was at this moment that Zhou Yan had the opportunity to observe the internal world of the warship.

In the distance, lay disorganized piles of rusty statues. All these statues were over a foot long and presented an eerily dark red color.

Some appeared complete, others seemed broken.

Regardless of completeness or brokenness, the statues displayed clear Dao traces and weapon scars, like vivid lives, narrating a sinister and unknown secret.

On the other side of these statues were mummified corpses.

Each corpse had withered, decayed human skin covering it, which distinguished them from skeletal remains.

Zhou Yan had witnessed mutations of a mummified corpse once, seeing its transformation into a statue.

But seeing it again now, his heart still felt slightly chilly.

Step by step, Zhou Yan walked. His gaze shifted from the distance to the ground before him.

Then, Zhou Yan's steps came to a halt.

Ahead was a piece of dark land, the first layer of this ancient battlefield, belonging to the deck.

Yet, underfoot was not the deck, but seemed to be made from polished human skulls.

In front of Zhou Yan was the central part of a human skull with a clear crack.

The weapon marks on the crack were very distinct, as if a huge axe struck the skull, cleaving such a gap!

Zhou Yan didn't derive or evolve the True Void, but he could imagine such a scene.

Unspeakable, it's an impact of sorts.

Zhou Yan, having experienced life-and-death battles in the Dark God Domain, spent two or three years settling and recuperating, yet even now his scalp tingled, and he harbored a sense of unknown terror.

Zhou Yan took a few more steps forward, his eyes falling on the massive gap, then gazing towards its interior.

Inside the gap, it was pitch black, like a peerless evil land, exuding a decayed aroma like soul poison, not to be touched at all.

Within, there were obvious traces of dried-up medicinal fields, with formidable figures having once used others' skulls as fields for growing peerless Divine Medicine.

And such Divine Medicine could seize the essence within the bone marrow.

Only now, the medicinal fields were dried up, decayed all over, the Divine Medicine had perished, and the skulls were shattered.

Zhou Yan skirted around this vast gap, continuing forward.

Not far ahead, two massive pits appeared.

These were the eye sockets of the skull.

Inside was equally pitch black.

Yet, Zhou Yan's eye power could see into their depths, where two Blood Springs resided.

The Blood Springs were equally dried up and decayed.

But within the Blood Springs, there were countless dense statues.

Each statue was covered in Dao scars, chaotic and ragged, but on them were noted many Supreme Taoist principles.

These Supreme Dao Rules, however, are chaotic and mutually clashing.

Zhou Yan gazed at the endless statues, feeling a sensation he couldn't quite describe.

He stood dazed for a moment, then he lifted his head, gazing into the distance.

Zhou Yan avoided the region of the eyes and arrived at the brow of the skull.

Zhou Yan speculated if it truly was a skull—then there must be a top, eye sockets, and certainly a brow.

The brow is the place of the Divine Soul.

If there is any great secret here, then the brow must be one of the key points.

The skull was supposed to be three-dimensional, but the flat top layer of this warship, according to Zhou Yan's judgment, was a flatland—signifying the skull was crushed into flatland by mighty force.

Or perhaps, irregular spatial changes made the space nearly flat.

Zhou Yan followed his calculations to the place inferred as the brow.

Here, apart from a rusty dagger, there was nothing else.

And this rusty dagger only showed its handle, its sharp blade entirely embedded in the ground.

At this moment, Zhou Yan instantly judged that the giant bone's owner wasn't split by an axe, but died from this dagger's puncture.

A single dagger, pierced through the brow, suppressing kill all.

Zhou Yan still sensed the presence of some unknown, chilling, evil entity behind him, yet he neither turned nor attempted to sense anything, merely maintaining the form of his Divine Monkey Battle Body, while activating the Silent Annihilation Purple Flame Guardian.

Upon seeing this dagger, Zhou Yan couldn't help but ponder, retrieving the Xuanyuan Sword, prepared to excavate this dagger from the bone ground.

However, despite several sword slashes, the bone ground didn't bear even the slightest mark.

Zhou Yan was startled within, then gripped the dagger's handle with his bare hands, using immense strength to pull, but even then, it couldn't be pulled out.

Indeed, while Zhou Yan used the sword to dig, he already realized he couldn't pull out this dagger, yet the truth confirmed it.

Zhou Yan stood still for a moment, reflecting, then he lifted his head, gazing ahead.

Ahead, the desiccated corpses once underwent Transformation through Heavenly Tribulations into statues; there were statues in ruins, and some were seemingly complete.

Watching and pondering, Zhou Yan found himself quite dazed.

Several breaths passed by.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan recalled carving, his father's favorite pastime back in the Zhou Family.

That moment felt like a lightning bolt flashing before Zhou Yan's eyes.

Stunned, Zhou Yan instinctively swung the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, then took out a piece of Silent Annihilation Cold Iron Refining Material, subconsciously engraving with the essence of Bi Shui's swordsmanship.

In that instant, Heaven and Earth turned silent.

Zhou Yan suddenly immersed himself in his own world.

The chilling eyes he felt earlier vanished, the unknown shackles in Heaven and Earth disappeared, along with various wicked auras.

This Heaven and Earth seemed to belong solely to Zhou Yan.

This Heaven and Earth seemed to have become Zhou Yan's unique world.

The Silent Annihilation Cold Iron continuously transformed, eventually presenting the figure of a person.

This person, lonely, desolate, melancholy, aged.

It was Zhou Wangchen.

As the last stroke was completed, the Xuanyuan Sword in Zhou Yan's hand involuntarily trembled, a slash slicing into his thumb.

A gap appeared, crimson flesh opened, and blood immediately flowed, spilling onto the statue.

Soon, the statue shivered, abruptly coming to life, transforming into his father Zhou Wangchen.

His Realm matched Zhou Yan's exactly.

His Combat Power was identical to Zhou Yan's as well.

Moreover, upon emerging, Zhou Wangchen swiftly flew outward.

He then stood in the Void, hand suddenly grasping at the densely packed desiccated corpses below.

Among them, one corpse was extracted.

At that moment, Zhou Yan trembled all over, for that corpse was nearly identical to his father Zhou Wangchen.

And this statue-transformed Zhou Wangchen grabbed the corpse, inserting it into his chest as though inserting an object.

Yet with this action, the corpse and the statue-transformed Zhou Wangchen swiftly began to merge.

Ultimately, within merely two breaths, this fusion of the corpse and statue-transformed Zhou Wangchen truly revived.

With flesh and blood, even bloodline connected, making Zhou Yan deeply shocked.

In Zhou Yan's moment of dazed astonishment, everything was complete.

At this very moment, the revived Zhou Wangchen coldly stared at Zhou Yan, gaze glacial, harshly saying: "Ungrateful wretch, over these years, they've only cared for their own pleasure. Did you ever consider your miserable, suffering father?! Today, I will slay this ungrateful child!"

Saying this, Zhou Wangchen's gaze suddenly narrowed, his eyes instantaneously manifesting the Ancestor Thunder Killing Domain, aimed directly at Zhou Yan.

This terrifying attack, this peerless Combat Power clearly perfectly replicated Zhou Yan's own abilities!

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(The fourth update today is presented. Recommended is the author Qin Yi's novel "Nine Dragons Supreme," which has reached one million words.)

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