Yin Jiuyin stuck his arm into the bloody lake and stirred it, conjuring a boat made from the bloody water.0

Qi Xuansu asked, “What should I do with my horse?”0

“You can leave it aside.” Yin Jiuyin waved his sleeves. The white mist turned into a canopy that blocked out the yin energy.0

Qi Xuansu patted the grade horse and asked it to wait in the mist canopy, while he followed Yin Jiuyin onto the boat. Yin Jiuyin waved his sleeves again. This time, the boat automatically moved toward the corpse island in the center of the blood lake.0

Qi Xuansu felt more astounded the closer they got to the corpse island and Emperor Willow.0

From a distance, he could still roughly see the entirety of the Emperor Willow. But when he reached the edge of the corpse island, he could only see the huge trunk of the Emperor Willow and the hanging vines. It did not feel as eerie as he expected, but rather more ethereal and mysterious.0

As Yin Jiuyin mentioned, the yin...0