"I wonder how Yu Zhu and Old Zhang are doing. This spaceship is quite special, unlike anything I imagined," Wang Xuan said with a grave expression. The faction they were dealing with was powerful and had significant backing, causing him considerable concern for the three masters.1

The tragic events aboard the ancient spaceship had clearly occurred a long time ago, most likely in antiquity, and it had been adrift in the cosmos for untold years. The accidental entry of Fang Yuzhu and Zhang Daoling, along with the ancestor of the Hades Blood Cult, had triggered some mechanisms and revitalized the desolate seating area. After ages, it seemed that 'VIPs' could still emerge.0

"This place really is interesting. Who were the people in the stands back then? Now that the arena has been revived, it seems like some spectators can return to the ancient spaceship," the enchanting Yan Yan remarked.0

Though she took this seriously, her demeanor remained calm, showing no signs of worry. She was still poised and confident. At her level, a powerful will and an unshakeable belief in her own invincibility shone like an undying flame, illuminating her path forward.0

"Here, take this," Yan Yan offered, handing over the Godslaying Banner.0

"It's more useful in your hands. I still have the Dao-Splitting Sword!" Wang Xuan brandished the iron harpoon in his hand.0

Yan Yan said, "I thought we might face a curse from an entire mythological civilization or an inexplicable natural disaster, but now, it seems it's merely man-made. I don't need it for now."0

The vast spaceship's exterior was riddled with holes and stained blood-red from...0