Crunch crunch...
Amidst the heavy creaking sound.
The two large red doors slowly opened.
Countless cultivators craned their necks, stared intently, and looked inside.
Inside the door was a red mist that isolated any Divine Sense, making it impossible to discern where it led.
"Damn it, what kind of door is this anyway?"
An elder with a short temper couldn't help but wave his hand and shout angrily.
Another elder in yellow robes, hands behind his back, his eyes flickering, pondered and slowly said, "Every netherworld blood ship corresponds to a door, perhaps this represents something..."
"Where there is a door, there is a path! Isn't it exhausting to think so much? Let me set an example, I'll go first!"
The rash elder sneered, suddenly rose into the air, and flew straight toward the blood-red door at the ship's bow.
Thud!
An invisible force pushed the elder back.
The rash elder landed on the ship, his face alternating between blue and red.
