Half a month passed in a flash, and soon it was time for the ferry to set off.
Han Li left the Misty Garden early in the morning. He asked the golden boy to turn into a golden ring, and after putting it on his finger, he went straight to the west city gate.
In Elemental Desolation City, the ferry departure ceremony that was held twice a year was also a very eye-catching event. Therefore, in addition to the cultivators boarding the ship, there were already many people gathered at the city gate to watch the fun.
When Han Li arrived, he found that there were already hundreds of cultivators in different clothes gathered at the entrance of the black hall inside the city wall. They were lined up in a long line, holding the black talismans that were used as tickets, waiting to be verified.
After Han Li entered the line, he looked around and found that only a few people were True Immortals, and almost all of them were Mahayana Stage cultivators.
He was not surprised by this. After all, history had long proved that the survival rate of cultivators below the Mahayana Stage entering the wilderness was too low. Even in those areas that had been explored, the probability of a Mahayana Stage cultivator dying in those areas was not small.
But even so, the reason why they were still willing to take the risk was naturally to find opportunities to pass the tribulation of ascension that lay across their path of cultivation.
Although the line was very long, there were very few voices in the crowd. Even if there were some cultivators who came in groups, they deliberately lowered their voices or simply communicated with each other through voice transmission. Therefore, the atmosphere in front of the hall was quite solemn.
After about a quarter of an hour, the morning sun finally rose over the top of the city wall, and the first ray of sunlight shone on the base of the city wall. A heavy bell rang from the city wall.
"Dong …"
As the bell rang, a black-robed old man walked out from the entrance of the black hall. He said in a low voice, "Enter the hall and board the ship." Then, he began to check the tickets of these people and let them into the hall.
The cultivators in front of him entered one after another, and soon it was Han Li's turn.
After handing over the black talisman, the black-robed old man flipped his palm, took out a white jade token, and stuck it on it.
A black light shrouded the white jade token, and the black talisman seemed to be burning, turning into a black smoke and penetrating into the white jade token.
Then, the words "First Class Cabin No.13" appeared on the jade plate.
After Han Li received the token, he touched it with his palm and discovered that there were many rice-grain-sized words on the back of the token.
As he walked into the hall, he flipped over the token and examined it.
At the very top of the medallion was the word "Prohibited". Below the medallion was a list of rules that prohibited cultivators from boarding the ship.
The first rule was, "Fighting is prohibited on the ferry, regardless of the reason. Violators will die."
The second rule was, "No one is allowed to leave the hull of the ferry for any reason. Anyone who disobeys will die."
There were a total of seventeen prohibitions, and most of them were rules that forbade one from leaving the ferry without permission, damaging the hull of the ferry, and so on. The consequences for violators were mostly a single word, death.
After entering the great hall, Han Li saw that there was a stone staircase at the back of the great hall that led to the top of the city wall. There were many people walking up the stone staircase.
He followed the crowd all the way up and came to the towering and majestic city wall.
The entire city wall looked wider and thicker than it did at the foot of the city, and the horse path was wide enough for a hundred people to walk side by side.
All the huge black stone strips used to build the wall were covered with mottled marks of time.
Han Li cast his gaze toward the direction of the city wall facing the primordial realm, upon which were several tens of massive yellow warships that were over 1,000 feet tall. The warships were bulging at the center and contracting at the ends, and they were completely shuttle-shaped.
There were not many carvings on the surface of the ships, but they were completely wrapped in some kind of special metal material. The surface was engraved with dense strange runes, giving them a somewhat primitive and rough feeling.
Among these ferries, almost all of them were covered with various kinds of scars. Some were relatively light, with only some relatively large scratches, and some were very serious. Not only was the layer of metal wrapped around them torn, but even the exposed keel had an extremely obvious crack.
And on and around the hull of these ships, there were cultivators in black clothes holding circular formation plates, activating special techniques to repair the ferries.
As Han Li looked at the ferries, he discovered that the ships were riddled with long and narrow wounds and huge conical holes. They all seemed to have been inflicted by one or two types of ferocious beasts.
While he was thinking, a purple figure beside him caught up and walked side by side with him.
"These wounds are the masterpiece of the Sea Thorn Snake and the Human-Faced Scorpion. One tail is as sharp as a knife, and the other has a pair of pincers. They are the two most common beasts in the sea of sand. Their attack power is average, but they are numerous and easy to encounter." The person took the initiative to say.
Han Li unconsciously frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi, you've also arrived."
The person who came was none other than the man from the Monster Clan that he had seen in the arena, Shi Chuankong.
"Isn't it? For the sake of this ferry, I have already waited in this Elemental Desolation City for more than three months. I am almost bored out of my mind." Shi Chuankong didn't seem to be the slightest bit distant and said casually.
"There are so many arenas for gambling in the city, and Fellow Shi doesn't seem to be bored." Han Li said with a smile.
"Hehe, a little gambling for fun, just a little gambling for fun … Eh?
Why don't I see that little girl in red clothes? "Shi Chuankong revealed a trace of embarrassment and deliberately changed the topic.
Before Han Li could answer, a black whirlwind whistled over from a beacon on the north side of the city wall, and a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with golden patterns and a short black beard appeared from within.
There was a golden token hanging on his waist, and the words "Elemental Desolation City" were written on it, showing his identity. He was from the City Lord's Mansion.
"This is the escort sent by the City Lord's Mansion. He is responsible for maintaining order on the ship and responding to emergencies.
In the past, there would occasionally be a few True Immortal late stage cultivators in this position, but since the accident eight years ago, it has all been Golden Immortal cultivators. "Shi Chuankong looked at the man on the beacon and said.
Han Li knew that the accident he was talking about was most likely the disaster with heavy casualties that the female cultivator in the palace robe said.
"Let's go, it's time to board the ship …"
Shi Chuankong turned around and glanced at the golden ring on Han Li's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile.
As soon as his voice fell, the Golden Immortal early stage escort's figure flashed and flew towards a ferry not far in front of him. After a while, a cultivator who looked like a steward appeared at the bow of the ship and called everyone to quickly board the ship.
Under his urging, all of the cultivators on the boat boarded the ferry.
After everyone boarded the ship, the steward reiterated the rules on the ferry. It was nothing more than what was recorded on the white jade token, there was nothing new.
After the steward finished speaking, he announced "set sail". Most of the cultivators who boarded the ship dispersed and went back to their cabins and rooms.
"Every time it's the same old words, there's no meaning to it, it makes people's ears calloused.
Brother Li, this should be your first time boarding the ship, right?
The scenery of this sea of sand is not bad, you can enjoy it for a while. I've seen it too many times, I'm already tired of it, I won't accompany you. "Shi Chuankong said to Han Li with cupped hands.
"Fellow Daoist, please go ahead." Han Li slightly returned the greeting and said.
Shi Chuankong was surprised when he heard this, then he smiled and said, "Hehe, we've known each other for a while, why are you so distant?
How about calling me Brother Shi? "
Han Li just smiled and didn't say anything.
Shi Chuankong revealed an indifferent expression, waved his hand, and swaggered back to the cabin.
Han Li's gaze didn't stay on Shi Chuankong's back for too long, and he turned to other places. In his heart, he was thinking about this guy who seemed to be deliberately trying to get close to him.
After all, they had only known each other for a short time, and he couldn't see anything strange for the time being. But in his heart, he still felt that it was better to stay away from this person.
While he was thinking, Han Li suddenly felt a tremor under his feet. It turned out that the ferry was slowly rising into the sky, leaving the battlement on the city wall.
After the hull of the ship flew out of the range of the city wall, it didn't continue to hover in the air. Instead, it slowly descended until it flew out of the range of the cliff, and fell into the thousands of miles of the sea of sand below.
When the hull of the ship was about to fall on the endless yellow sand, the runes engraved on the hull of the ship all lit up.
Then, a pale yellow halo suddenly expanded from a certain position in the middle of the cabin, and turned into a huge yellow light curtain that enveloped the entire ferry.
At the same time, a strange wild aura was emitted from the hull of the ship.
After sensing the aura, Han Li came to a sudden realization, and murmured to himself, "No wonder he was able to avoid most of the primordial beasts. So he used the beast core of a powerful primordial beast as the core of the protective formation, thereby disguising himself as a primordial being…"
At this moment, the bottom of the ferry seemed to finally touch the bottom of the sea of sand. After a slight up-and-down for a moment, it steadily floated above the sea of sand.
Han Li came to the side of the side of the ferry and looked down. He saw that the layer of metal wrapped around the hull seemed to have some kind of special magnetism that could repel the sea of sand, allowing the ferry to float on it without tipping over.
Before he could recover from his surprise, the hull of the ferry suddenly lit up, like a ship braving the wind and waves, galloping in the sea of sand.
Han Li slowly retracted his gaze and looked out of the ship. He saw that it was quiet above the thousands of miles of yellow sand. He couldn't see any movement, and he couldn't hear any strange sounds. It seemed lifeless.
The jade token clearly stated that cultivators were not allowed to release their Divine Thought to explore the sea of sand without authorization. This was to prevent disturbing some wild exotic beasts with extremely sensitive perception. The steward also emphasized it many times just now.
Han Li didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he naturally didn't do so.