Chapter 6284 Nether River Corpse Fisher
Long Chen and Mo Nian climbed up a rope hanging at the stern of the Ghost Ship. Both of them were a bit nervous. After all, this rope was ancient, looking like it would crumble at any moment.
Fortunately, although they were nervous, they didn’t encounter any danger on the way. They smoothly climbed up with their physical power.
The Ghost Ship itself was only a few hundred meters long, yet the instant they stepped onto it, it felt as though they had entered another world. It was vast, oppressive, and endless.
The rotting deck was littered with corpses. Humans, demons, devils, even experts from the outer world—all lay scattered about. Many of them still radiated terrifying auras. They were Divine Sovereigns.
Sensing this, Long Chen and Mo Nian were shocked. What kind of origin did this Ghost Ship have to carry such beings?
With a dull thud, the woman’s corpse they had discovered earlier landed at their feet, breaking the deathly silence like a thunderclap.
Long Chen and Mo Nian jumped. At some point, a white-haired elder had appeared, holding a fishing pole.
Long Chen’s instincts screamed at him to attack, but Mo Nian grabbed his arm, shaking his head.
The white-haired elder looked haggard, his eyes lifeless. He too was a corpse.
He stood in the air, seemingly sensing something. After a while, he shuffled back to the prow and sat down motionless, like a puppet without strings.
“He... can’t see us?” asked Long Chen.
“I think he’s a Nether River Corpse Fisher,” said Mo Nian grimly. “I’ve read stories about them. They collect corpses from the river of time. Supposedly, they can only perceive the dead, not the living. That lantern at the prow—the Nether Lantern—guides them to their prey.”
Mo Nian’s years spent in tombs and ruins had exposed him to countless secrets. But even he frowned in doubt.
“Something’s off. When I was digging up ancient relics, I saw a record relating to them. It says Nether River Corpse Fishers are manifestations of the Grand Dao itself, cleaners of the Six Daos of Reincarnation. But this one... he has no Dao-charm, no divine essence. He feels more like a cursed puppet.”
“A Ghost Ship with a Corpse Fisher... this probably involves some kind of extraordinary secret. However, we don’t have time for this. Who knows where this ship is heading? I don’t want to be dragged into some unknown world with no way back,” said Long Chen.
Mo Nian nodded. As this Ghost Ship had two levels, they split up—Long Chen taking the upper deck, while Mo Nian descending below.
Long Chen approached the woman’s corpse again. By the faint glow of the Nether Lantern, he finally saw her clearly.
She was an expert from the demon race, with horns and fangs. A web of black threads coiled around her body—identical to the threads that had wrapped around Long Chen’s arm when touched the black water.
With a thought, Long Chen sent his essence blood energy against those threads, melting them.
As the web dissolved, the woman started to release a ferocious aura.
“Not good!”
Long Chen was alarmed. He had not expected that even after countless years, her power remained intact. Once unsealed, terrifying fluctuations rippled from her body.
Without hesitation, he tossed her corpse into his primal chaos space.
However, the Corpse Fisher had materialized before him like a phantom. His speed was faster than even Long Chen’s Star Cloud Steps.
Long Chen froze. The hook of the fishing pole hovered inches from his face, radiating the stench of death.
The Corpse Fisher stared blankly at the spot where the corpse had lain. After a long pause, he turned away and shuffled back to the prow.
Only then did Long Chen release a shaky breath.
Inside the primal chaos space, the demon woman’s aura surged. She had been a peak Sovereign Lord, carrying the faint traces of a Divine Sovereign. She was just one step away from that realm.
“She’s a greater demon from the outside world... but she’s already dead. Why hasn’t she reverted to her true form?” Long Chen wondered.
Her weapon caught his eye. Strange runes covered its shaft; they were completely different from the runes of the nine heavens. Yet, when he tested it, it lay cold and unresponsive, as if lifeless.
Long Chen set the weapon aside for Guo Ran and Xia Chen to study. As for the corpse, since she belonged to an enemy race, he tossed her into the black soil.
Drawing his mind back, Long Chen noted that the Corpse Fisher ignored him entirely. Since that was the case, he started collecting the other corpses on the deck.
In any case, he was unafraid of the black web curse. As long as he didn’t make a sound, the Corpse Fisher wouldn’t notice him.
As Long Chen gathered more and more corpses, his heart grew colder. These black threads were sealing the energy of the corpses, preserving them perfectly. If refined into puppets, the corpses would be terrifying beyond imagination.
Thinking of this, Long Chen quickened his pace. He stored them in a special part of his primal chaos space.
Such corpses were priceless—each bearing eternal Sovereign runes, which could reveal the secret arts and memories of their owners.
Long Chen made sure to look after the corpses that belonged to the nine heavens. One day, he would see if he could return the corpses to their descendants. However, he had no idea if their descendants still existed.
It wasn’t long before Long Chen had thousands of corpses, wiping the deck clean. But other than the first female corpse, none of the others had weapons.
As he looked around for further clues, suddenly, he heard a light tapping from below.
Long Chen immediately retreated to the stern and descended. The lower deck was crammed with corpses—this time, exclusively demons of the outer world.
Long Chen wasn’t in a rush to gather them, so he continued along the path to see Mo Nian staring blankly at one particular corpse.
This one made Mo Nian send a signal for Long Chen to come down.
“Someone from the violet blood race.”
Long Chen’s heart trembled. His own violet blood resonated faintly with the corpse.
It was a woman wrapped in black threads.
Seeing this, Long Chen prepared to undo the seal. He was going to test if his violet blood energy could awaken her discarnate soul.
“Mo Nian, protect me!”
After saying that, Long Chen gently pressed his finger against the woman’s forehead.