Where family is, there is home.

Facing the incoming massive dragon corpse, Patriarch Huntian took the lead and charged straight at it.

"Vile beast! Cease your arrogance!" Patriarch Huntian bellowed. He extended a palm that resembled withered tree bark and slapped viciously at the dragon corpse.

The strike was awe-inspiring, shaking the void and causing the river of laws to surge. The immense death aura surrounding the giant dragon corpse was nearly dispersed by the blow.

However, it was all a facade. In truth, the dragon corpse had not suffered much damage, but its trajectory had been altered.

Like hitting a bouncing ball, Patriarch Huntian's palm struck the dragon's head, sending it flying straight toward Gu Qingfeng's White Bone Blood Boat.

At that moment, Patriarch Huntian hastily clutched his palm and let out a tragic cry, "Not good! This dragon corpse is highly poisonous!"

His face then turned pitch-black, as if he had been deeply poisoned. He quickly circulated his cultivation to regulate his breath, but in secret, he was observing the direction of the dragon corpse.

The dragon corpse shot forward like a kicked football, scoring a direct hit into the cabin door of the White Bone Blood Boat. And deep within that cabin was exactly where Gu Qingfeng was resting.

Everyone stared intently at this scene, waiting for Gu Qingfeng to make a move so they could gauge his true foundation.

Even Patriarch Huntian had prepared himself to intervene and save him.

Although any random Quasi-Immortal King could defeat this dragon corpse, it was still an existence at the Quasi-Immortal King level, absolutely not something an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could provoke.

Therefore, if Gu Qingfeng proved to be no match, Patriarch Huntian would immediately step in to save him.

Do not misunderstand; it was not out of the goodness of his heart, but simply because he did not want Gu Qingfeng to die so easily.

Finally, the entirety of the massive dragon corpse plunged into the cabin door of the White Bone Blood Boat.

Although the White Bone Blood Boat was not very large on the outside, the cabin held a universe within. It contained its own pocket dimension, a luxurious palace specially crafted by Gu Qingfeng. Its area was vast, more than capable of accommodating the dragon corpse.

Seeing the dragon corpse enter the hole, a savage, expectant smile crept onto the corner of Patriarch Huntian's mouth.

He sneered inwardly, "Don't let this Patriarch see through your frailty, or I'll show you the true meaning of cruelty!"

However, a few seconds later, Patriarch Huntian froze.

The others were stunned as well.

Why was there no movement!?

No sounds of fighting at all?

Patriarch Huntian's expression shifted slightly, filled with shock and uncertainty. Logically speaking, even if this kid truly had a trump card to subdue the dragon corpse, there should at least be some sounds of a struggle or the shockwaves of an exchange.

But now, it was as if the dragon had sunk into a quagmire, there was only dead silence.

It was as though the pitch-black cabin entrance was a gaping abyssal maw that had swallowed the dragon corpse whole in a single bite, leaving no trace behind.

The group stared at the dark cabin door, making all sorts of guesses about what had transpired inside.

Just then, Gu Qingfeng's impatient voice drifted out from within, "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and pull the boat! Are you forcing this Emperor to whip you?"

Faced with Gu Qingfeng's arrogant and wild words, Patriarch Huntian and the others uncharacteristically felt no anger; instead, the dread in their hearts only deepened.

In truth, Patriarch Huntian never expected this dragon corpse to actually do anything to Gu Qingfeng. He originally just wanted to deduce Gu Qingfeng's true strength through their clash.

Who would have thought that once the dragon corpse entered the cabin, it would be like falling into a bottomless pit, vanishing without a sound.

During this time, Patriarch Huntian did not sense any fluctuations from an attack or any ripples of mana. He detected absolutely nothing.

This utter weirdness made him even more wary.

Thus, he hurriedly and respectfully replied, "Please do not be anxious, Fellow Daoist. We will depart at once, at once."

Then, the few of them resumed pulling the boat forward.

"Boss, could it be that this kid's ship contains an extremely profound array formation, so the dragon corpse was immediately suppressed the moment it entered? Or perhaps all the fluctuations were isolated by the array, which is why we couldn't sense anything," the man in beast-hide clothing pulling the boat suddenly transmitted his voice.

Patriarch Huntian gave an imperceptible nod. "It's possible, but this kid is truly bizarre. Do not act rashly for now."

At that moment, a previously silent woman in white suddenly approached the cabin door and asked, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask what business brings you to the Senluo Ghost Region?"

Patriarch Huntian and the others immediately looked at the woman in white, their eyes flashing with displeasure.

But the woman in white acted as if she hadn't noticed, continuing to speak on her own.

Gu Qingfeng's voice drifted out, "Going home, and looking for someone along the way."

Going home again!?

The woman in white was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the Senluo Ghost Region is your home?"

"Yep!"

Gu Qingfeng's righteous and confident tone made everyone's eyelids twitch.

Patriarch Huntian let out a dry laugh. "Fellow Daoist, please don't joke around. Everyone knows that the Senluo Ghost Region is a forbidden zone for the living. There are only ghosts and gods here. How could it possibly be your home?"

"The ghosts and gods are all this Emperor's family. A place with family is naturally a home."

Patriarch Huntian felt a chill run down his spine. Ghosts and gods equaled family?

Could this person be a ghost or god wearing human skin?

For a moment, his thoughts ran wild, and he fell silent.

However, the woman in white focused on the part about looking for someone.

"Fellow Daoist, do you also have a loved one trapped in the Senluo Ghost Region?"

Gu Qingfeng thought of the Immortal King Chongming, whose fate was unknown, and replied, "I suppose you could say that."

Just as the woman in white was about to say more, Patriarch Huntian suddenly let out an explosive shout.

"Not good, a horde of ghosts and gods! Everyone, speed up!"

As soon as his voice fell, a dense pack of phantoms appeared at the end of the White Bone Bridge. There were thousands upon thousands of them, stretching as far as the eye could see. Their blurry figures were hidden within the mist, faintly revealing humanoid outlines.

"They are low-tier ghosts and gods. Although their individual strength isn't high, their numbers are too massive. We cannot afford a prolonged battle, lest we alert the high-tier ghosts and gods," Patriarch Huntian said rapidly. He then abruptly drew the white bone club from his back. Blood-red light erupted from it with a frenzied roar, shooting out a terrifying blood arrow that tore through the sky. Its murderous aura shook the heavens and the earth.

The woman in white also made her move. Her jade-like hands formed hand seals before she forcefully waved them. A golden halo soared into the sky, radiating billions of rays of golden light, shining like a blazing sun.

The others also unleashed their attacks, sending terrifying destructive strikes blasting into the army of ghosts and gods.

In just a brief moment, the army of ghosts and gods blocking their path was shattered into pieces.

However, their numbers were simply too great. As soon as one batch fell, another took its place, as if they were endless.

The group fought as they sprinted forward at top speed.

Whether intentionally or not, Patriarch Huntian and the others deliberately let many low-tier ghosts and gods slip past them and into the cabin door of the White Bone Blood Boat.

The result was just like the dragon corpse before. The cabin door acted like a bottomless pit; no matter how many ghosts and gods rushed in, they sank into a dead silence, never making a sound again.

If anyone could see the scene inside the cabin, they would undoubtedly turn pale with fright.

Because deep within the cabin, there was another door, a door standing right behind Gu Qingfeng.

The Gates of the Netherworld.

The reason why all the ghosts and gods lost their voices and vanished upon entering was that the moment they stepped inside, they were instantly devoured by the Gates of the Netherworld, turning into nourishment for Gu Qingfeng himself.

After devouring dozens of low-tier ghosts and gods, Gu Qingfeng suddenly lost interest.

For no other reason than they were simply too weak.

With such feeble existences, even if they were family, it was hard for him to muster any enthusiasm.