Ye Qing had been locked in a relentless, non-stop battle aboard the ghost ship. Any other prodigy at the Saint Ancestor Realm would have long since collapsed from exhaustion and perished, but Ye Qing’s foundation was incredibly deep, allowing him to hold out much longer. Moreover, every time he made a breakthrough in his cultivation, he was able to restore his condition almost immediately.
At one moment, Ye Qing unleashed eight True Swords in rapid succession, shattering the physical body of a "Lost One"—a being at the Fourth Layer of the Grandmist Ancestor Realm—and slaying him instantly. He didn't give his opponent the slightest chance to recover. In his final moments, the eyes of the Fourth Layer Grandmist Ancestor flickered with a fleeting sense of clarity. Perhaps it was only in the moment of death that they could experience a brief clarity of mind. But it was too late; he was dead, and nothing could be undone.
Having reached the Grandmist Ancestor Realm, everyone clung to life. Though death might be a release, no one would choose it if they could live with their sanity intact. Ye Qing sighed, wondering why such "Lost Ones" existed in the Boundary Sea. After spending so long in the black fog, even his own consciousness had begun to feel blurred. The Boundary Sea was not a place to linger; otherwise, one might truly end up becoming a Lost One.
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