Time flew.
Nearly a year had passed in the blink of an eye.
Donglong Island.
The majestic, pitch-black Ghostly Flood Dragon rested quietly in the harbor.
Gazing at it from afar was a soul-stirring sight, making one subconsciously slow their breathing for fear of disturbing the terrifying, man-made behemoth!
Compared to before, the Ghostly Flood Dragon's oppressive aura seemed even more profound and condensed!
For Su Ye, it wasn't a matter of 'seeming'.
'Finally, a Tier-2 Mid-grade spiritual ship.'
'Collecting living souls is truly not easy…'
In the captain's cabin, Su Ye sat cross-legged, muttering to himself with a sigh.
Over the past year, Su Ye had focused all his efforts on collecting living souls, either by hunting rogue cultivators and demonic beasts or by purchasing Demon Dao Magical Artifacts!
At last, he had gathered twenty thousand living souls!
