It was dusk, and the four of them went out of their cabin for some fresh air. Looking into the distance, they could already see the coastline of the island.

Just then, Zheng Chenggong ordered: "Lower the sails and anchor!"

The standard-bearer immediately raised the signal flag on the mainmast.

At the same time, the anchormen at the bow and stern of 300 warships released their chains, and the two large anchors at the bow and stern immediately crashed into the sea with a loud crash.

The large sails on the three masts glided down.

The four remained silent, observing the scene before them. These were all experiences, but they might not necessarily enhance their abilities.

Just like that advertising slogan, if an advertisement costs 100 million, only 50 million will be effective, but it is unknown which 50 million will be effective, so it is necessary to invest 100 million. They also do not know which insights can increase their abilities, so they have to pay attention to everything.

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As darkness fell, the stars in the night sky shone more brilliantly than ever before.

The Milky Way, which can only be seen in photographs, slowly rotates overhead.

"So beautiful," Li Qianxia murmured.

I've never seen such a clear and transparent night, not even when I was a child in the countryside.

Suddenly, all four of them turned their gaze away.

Ahead, on the dark sea, a huge bubble rose, reminiscent of the scene of the group appearing during the day.

Whoosh!

A massive ship, like a fortress, stood in front of the 300 sailboats.

It's hard to say exactly how big this ship was, but compared to it, Zheng Chenggong's 300 sailing ships looked pitifully small, like 300 grains of rice facing a keyboard.

Terrified screams came from all around.

"It's Mazu! Mazu is angry!" A soldier who grew up by the sea knelt on the deck and kowtowed repeatedly.

Mazu is a folk belief that has spread in coastal areas.

Also known as Tianfei, Tianhou, Tianshang Shengmu, Niangma, etc., she is a deity worshipped by boatmen, seamen, travelers, merchants and fishermen.

People in coastal areas would worship Mazu before setting sail, praying for favorable winds and safety. They would also set up a Mazu shrine on board the ship for worship.

In the 1980s, the United Nations awarded Mazu the title of "Goddess of Peace," making her the first folk belief-based World Heritage Site in China and a shared spiritual treasure of all mankind.

"Get up!" Zheng Chenggong roared. "Look carefully, that's Mazu's boat!"

What came into view was a terrifying, monstrous ship, lurking like a ghost in the darkness.

The giant ship seemed to rest peacefully in the pitch-black night sky, surrounded by a terrifying silence, and its body bore hideous scars.

There was a foul-smelling red substance on the hull, like blood.

"That's red muddy water from the highest sediment layer at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, sediment from decaying marine life. This ship was salvaged from the Atlantic!" Yang Qinglan's expression was also grim.

It's not because of the ship's size.

Countless white-clad, wronged souls wailed and lamented inside the ship's doors and windows, seemingly struggling to break free.

An eerie atmosphere enveloped this once undoubtedly magnificent ship.

“When Zheng He sailed to the Western Ocean, his ‘treasure ships’ were only a little over 100 meters long and 50 meters wide. This ship is at least 300 meters long, so it can’t be any ship from history.” Yaochi also did a lot of research.

“With Mazu incarnation and the immortal Penglai right beside me, what is impossible in this world?” Li Changzhou scanned the ship but did not find any players.

It was strange, but in terms of sheer strength, he didn't take this ship seriously.

Having calmed the soldiers, Zheng Chenggong strode over.

"Please, Immortal Master, make a move!" he said anxiously, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, he remained calm and fearless in front of the soldiers, but he was equally afraid and horrified inside.

Putting aside those white ghosts, if that massive ship in front of him were to collide with them even once, all 300 of his sailboats would sink here.

The waves caused by the ghost ship surfacing made the warships rock and sway, just like Zheng Chenggong's current mood.

"It's alright." Li Changzhou waved his hand, his eyes still searching for the players.

“Perhaps we are not on the same path,” Yaochi suddenly said. “As we go deeper, demons and monsters will also come to life.”

What she meant was that this wasn't about players, but rather that history had regressed to an era where demons and monsters might exist, and that ghost ships were something that naturally existed during that time.

But why did they stop Zheng Chenggong?

Did Zheng Chenggong encounter this ghost ship in history? If so, how did he manage to escape?

Just then, a streak of light suddenly flew across the sky.

"Alas, the past and present have changed, and people are no longer the same. In this world, only the rivers and mountains remain unchanged."

"Rain towel and windproof hat".

"Who in the world knows me? I have crossed the sky with my sword many times."

As soon as he finished speaking, the streak of light was already above the ghost ship. The enormous sword energy, as large as a mountain, slashed fiercely through the air with dazzling light.

The ghost ship and demons soared into the sky, and countless white ghosts swarmed out of their nest, howling as they rushed towards the sword energy.

The deafening roar and the earth-shattering explosions drew concentric circles in the night sky, tearing the air apart from all sides.

Yaochi spread her hands, and the fierceness of the heavens transformed into a vast curtain, hanging like a veil between the sea and the sky. The thin, almost transparent blue gauze blocked out all the remaining waves.

"He even recited poetry on his entrance! What a show-off... what a cool guy!" Li Qianxia tugged at Li Changzhou's sleeve. "Brother, you lost!"

“I am not as good as him,” Li Changzhou sighed.

"You're the most handsome," Yang Qinglan said with a smile.

"Haha!" Li Changzhou laughed loudly, wanting to put his arm around her waist and give her a big kiss on the face.

The sword light vanished, and the ghost ship disappeared without a trace. Yaochi withdrew the Heavenly Fierceness.

The current slid past, and a Taoist priest landed on the deck.

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