Half a month passed in a flash, and soon it was the day of the ferry's departure.

Han Li left the Smoke Misty Garden early in the morning, causing the golden boy to turn into a golden ring, fasten it on his finger, and then head straight in the direction of the West City Gate.

In Yuanhuang City, the twice-year-old ferry opening ceremony is also a very eye-catching event, so in addition to the monks who board the ship, many people have gathered at the gate of the city to see the excitement.

When Han Li arrived, he found that at the entrance of the black hall on the inner side of the city wall, hundreds of monks of different costumes and shapes had already gathered, forming a long line, holding black spirit talismans as tickets, waiting for verification.

After Han Li entered the queue, he took a slight look at the people around him and found that only a few and a half of them were True Immortals, while almost the vast majority were Mahayana stage cultivators.

He was not surprised by this, after all, past history had long proved that the survival rate of monks below the Mahayana period entering the barbarian realm was too low, even if it was in those areas that had been discovered, but even if the Mahayana monks were active in these areas, the probability of falling was not small.

But even so, the reason why they were still willing to take risks was naturally to find an opportunity to survive the catastrophe of ascension that was on their path to cultivating immortals.

Although the queue was very long, there were few voices in the crowd, and even some monks who came in groups deliberately lowered their voices, or simply communicated with the sound transmission, so the atmosphere in front of the hall was quite solemn.

After about half an hour, the morning sun finally crossed the city, shining the first rays of sunlight under the city wall, and a heavy bell rang from the city wall.

"Knock ......"

With the bell ringing, at the entrance of the black hall, an old man in a black robe came out, and after shouting "enter the hall and board the ship", he began to check and verify the tickets of these people and let them enter the main hall.

The monks in front of them rushed in one after another, and soon they arrived at Han Li.

After handing over the black spirit rune, the black-robed old man flipped his palm, took out a white jade plaque in his palm, and pasted it on.

I saw a black light enveloping the white jade plate, and the black spirit rune immediately seemed to burn, turning into a black smoke and penetrating into the white jade plate.

Immediately afterwards, the words "Class A Room 13" appeared on the jade plate.

After Han Li took the token, he touched it with his palm, only to find that there were many handwriting the size of rice grains on the back of the jade plate.

He flipped through the token as he walked towards the hall.

I saw that at the top of the back of the token, the word "forbidden" was engraved with the word "forbidden", which was recorded underneath, and all of them were prohibited from the behavior of the monks who boarded the ship.

The first of these is that "on the ferry, for any reason, it is forbidden to fight, and those who violate it die."

This was followed by the second rule, which stated that "on the ferry, for any reason, shall not leave the hull, and the offender shall die".

There are a total of 17 prohibitions, which are basically not allowed to leave the ferry without permission and do not damage the hull of the boat, etc., and the consequences of violating them are mostly one word, "death".

Entering the main hall, Han Li saw that there was a stone staircase diagonally upwards behind the hall against the city wall, leading to the top of the city wall, and there were quite a few people walking up the stone stairs.

He also followed the people all the way up to the majestic city wall.

The whole wall is wider than it looks under the city, and the carriageway is enough for a hundred people to walk side by side.

All the huge black stone strips used to build the walls are covered with mottled marks of time.

Han Li glanced over and saw that on the battlements of the city wall facing the direction of the Savage Realm, there were dozens of huge yellow building ships that were more than a hundred zhang high, bulging in the middle, shrinking at both ends, and forming a shuttle-shaped body.

There is not much carving on the surface of its body, only wrapped in a metal of some special material, engraved with dense strange runes, which looks quite clumsy and rough.

Almost all of the ferries were covered with various scars, some of which were relatively light and only some of which were large, and some of which were so severe that not only were the metal wrapped around them torn, but even the exposed keel had a conspicuous crack.

And on and around the hull of these ships, there are black-clothed monks holding circular arrays, urging special spells to repair the ferry.

Han Li looked all the way over and saw that the narrow lacerations and huge cone-shaped holes on the bodies of these ferries were the most common, all of which seemed to have come from the hands of one or two kinds of savage beasts.

As he was pondering, a purple figure chased after him and walked side by side with him.

"These wounds are the masterpieces of the sea buckthorn snake and the human-faced scorpion, one tail is as sharp as a knife, and the other is a double pincer like a cone, which are the two most common demon beasts in the sand sea, and the attack power is average, that is, there are many of them, and they are easy to touch. The person who came took the initiative to say.

"Shi Daoyou, you've also arrived. Han Li frowned casually and spoke.

The person who came was none other than the demon man he had seen in the gladiatorial arena.

"Isn't it, I've been waiting for more than three months in this Yuan Desert City for this ferry, and I'm almost out of stock. Shi Chuankong didn't say anything at all, and said with a big grin.

"There are so many gladiatorial arenas for gambling in the city, Shi Daoyou doesn't look like he's going to be bored. Han Li said with a smile.

"Hehe, a small bet is pleasant, a small bet is just a pleasure...... Huh, why don't you see the little girl in red?" Shi Chuankong showed a hint of embarrassment, and deliberately diverted the topic.

Before Han Li could reply, a black whirlwind whistled from a beacon tower on the north side of the city wall, and a middle-aged man dressed in a gold-patterned black robe with a short black beard under his chin appeared.

There was a gold token hanging from his waist, and the words "Yuan Huang City" were written on it, showing his identity, which was from the city lord's mansion.

"This is the envoy sent by the City Lord's Mansion to escort the ship, responsible for the order on the ship and responding to emergencies. In the past, it would occasionally be held by several True Immortal Late Stage Cultivators, but since the accident eight years ago, all of them have been held by Golden Immortal Cultivators. Shi Chuankong looked at the man on the beacon tower and spoke.

Han Li knew that the accident he was talking about was most likely the accident that the palace costume cultivator had told about the extremely serious casualties.

"Let's go, it's time to board the ship......"

Shi Chuankong turned around, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the golden ring on Han Li's hand, and said with a smile.

As soon as his words fell, the escort envoy of the early stage of the Golden Immortal had already flashed his figure and flew down towards a ferry not far in front of him, and a monk who looked like a steward appeared at the bow of the boat, beckoning everyone to board the boat quickly.

At his urging, all the monks on board boarded the ferry.

After everyone had boarded the boat, the steward reiterated the rules on the ferry, which were nothing more than those recorded on the white jade plate, and there was nothing new.

When the steward had finished speaking, he announced "sail the ship", and most of the monks who had boarded the ship dispersed and went back to their cabins.

"Every time it's these clichés, it doesn't mean anything, and the ears of those who listen to it are calloused. Brother Li should be boarding the ship for the first time, right? This sand sea scenery is good, you can enjoy one or two, I have seen it too many times, and I am tired of it, so I will not accompany it. Shi Chuankong arched his hand at Han Li and said.

"Fellow Daoists, please. Han Li returned the salute slightly and said.

Shi Chuankong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "Hehe, we have known each other, why do you have to be so angry? How about calling Brother Shi?"

Han Li just smiled and didn't say a word.

Shi Chuankong showed an indifferent expression, shook his hand, and swaggered back to the cabin.

Han Li's gaze didn't linger on his back for too long, he turned to other places, but in his heart he was thinking about this guy who seemed to be a little deliberately close to him.

After all, the acquaintance is too short, and he can't see anything unusual for the time being, but he still feels that it is better to stay away from this person in his heart.

While thinking about it, Han Li suddenly felt a shaking under his feet, but it was the ferry boat that was slowly rising into the air, leaving the battlements on the city wall.

After seeing the hull of the ship swaying and flying out of the city wall, it did not continue to hang in the air, but slowly descended, until it flew out of the cliff range, and fell towards the sea of sand below.

As the hull of the ship was about to fall on the yellow sand, the runes engraved on the hull all lit up.

Immediately after, a pale yellow halo suddenly enlarged from a position in the middle of the cabin, turning into a huge yellow light curtain that enveloped the entire ferry.

At the same time, a strange savage aura emanated from above the ship.

"No wonder I was able to avoid most of the Savage Beasts, it turned out that he used the core of some kind of Savage Beast as the center of the Shelter Circle, and disguised himself as a Savage Realm creature......" Han Li suddenly muttered to himself after feeling that aura.

At this moment, the bottom of the ferry seemed to finally touch the bottom of the sand sea, and after a slight upheaval for a moment, it was firmly suspended above the sand sea.

Han Li came to the side of the ferry, looked down, and saw that the layer of metal wrapped around the hull of the boat seemed to have some kind of special magnetism, which could repel each other with the sea of sand, causing the ferry to hang over it without toppling over.

Before he could finish his astonishment, the light on the hull of the ferry suddenly brightened, like a ship riding the wind and waves, galloping in the sand sea.

Han Li slowly withdrew his gaze, looking out of the boat, only to see that there was silence above the yellow sand, that is, he could not see any movement, nor could he hear any abnormal noise, and it seemed lifeless.

It was expressly forbidden on the jade plaque that the monk was not allowed to release his divine sense to probe the sand sea without authorization, so as not to disturb some wild beasts with extremely sensitive perceptions, and the steward also emphasized it many times.

Han Li didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so naturally he didn't do it.

It would take at least half a year to get to the middle of the wild continent, and after seeing the desert sand sea for about an hour, the monotonous and silent scene was a little boring, so he also turned around and went back to the cabin and went to his cabin.