Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 489 Extra: Ferrying the Cathode Galaxy
If Mo Fan remembered correctly, the Yin-Yang Milky Way was connected not far from Wanlou City.

That is the terrifying burial ground of the dark plane, where very few living beings can swim wildly in the waters of the Nine Netherworlds. Even if the Dark King enters the Yin-Yang Galaxy, he cannot guarantee that he can escape unscathed.

Mo Fan unleashed his dragon senses, searching for the Yin-Yang Milky Way. His violent spiritual power swept across thousands of kilometers, carrying the powerful will of a dragon and reigning supreme over the world.

Finally, an anomaly was discovered in a dark and sunless place where even spiritual power could be submerged; this must be the location of the Yin-Yang Galaxy.

Mu Bai, whose body had returned to its previous state, asked, "Mo Gouzi, I'm too lazy to even scold you. Didn't you remember the way when you came down?"

"Damn it, don't you know I have no sense of direction?!" Mo Fan said speechlessly.

"Then why didn't you bring Zhao Manyan down with you?" Mu Bai asked again.

"Uh... I really forgot about that. I should have brought Lao Zhao along." Mo Fan said, scratching his head.

"But I have other ideas, so don't worry."

Mo Fan grabbed Mu Bai by the collar and used his spatial magic to traverse a thousand miles in one step, arriving at the place where his spirit had sunk—the Yin-Yang Galaxy.

Mu Bai felt that time and space were changing unpredictably, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in another world.

The edge of the vast, endless, dark abyss is like a black hole spread out on the ground. The unknown often inspires fear and sends chills down one's spine!
Mu Bai asked himself if he was a man who had seen the world, but when he saw the dark, turbulent Yin-Yang Milky Way, he still felt fear.

Mo Fan felt the same way. He had seen countless dangerous forbidden places in the human world, but the Yin-Yang Galaxy was definitely one of the most terrifying forbidden places.

Mu Bai watched as a mountain of skeletons slowly drifted past him, then said, his face pale, "Mo Fan, is this the other method you mentioned?!"

He even unconsciously raised his voice.

"Hmm." Mo Fan nodded: "I didn't sit down!"

"Damn it, isn't this just the Yellow Springs water? If I jumped in, I'd be gone in no time!" Mu Bai said with a mournful face.

"Who told you to jump in? There's a boat here."

Mo Fan supported Mu Bai's shoulder and took a step forward. Instantly, a strange bronze and wooden boat appeared beneath their feet.

Mo Fan's understanding of so many rules of the Dark Dimension is largely thanks to his wife, Asha Ruya.

"How would you like to pay?" Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded from behind the two of them.

The two looked back and saw that the person in charge was a very typical Grim Reaper, with a shadowy black robe covering his whole body, one hand supporting the ferry pole and the other holding a copper lamp.

"Holy crap, death has arrived!!" Mu Bai exclaimed in shock.

"I am not the Grim Reaper, but merely a ferryman."

Surprisingly, the ferryman was quite polite; he answered all my questions.

Mo Fan pointed at Mu Bai and said, "He'll pay!"

Mu Bai was shocked. This dog Mo Fan was simply a scoundrel. Couldn't he have some decency?

"I have no money." Mu Bai shrugged, "Whatever."

The ferryman in black robes said quietly, "Anything is fine, as long as it's something you cherish and value, or something you hate and despise. Just tell me, and it can be used to pay for this ferry service."

Is it that abstract?
Mu Bai pursed his chin, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and said, "Old Zhao is an idiot!"

Mo Fan couldn't help but laugh.

"Ferry fare? Old Zhao is an idiot... Excuse me, who is Old Zhao?" the black-robed ferryman asked with some doubt.

Mu Bai quickly waved his hand: "You don't need to worry about that. If you ask again, this will be the second question."

The ferryman in black robes was truly suffering in silence—he had no way to express his bitterness.

He can't possibly trade a secret for a second question, can he? He gets a boat trip and then loses a question in return?
Silence. Still silence.

Mo Fan and Mu Bai were sitting down when they heard the ferryman behind them let out a heavy sigh.

The black-robed ferryman rowed for a while, when suddenly Mo Fan said, "Hey you, I haven't said where we're going yet."

The black-robed ferryman is numb, so why didn't you say so earlier?

Mo Fan raised one hand, revealing a mark with only a red flower on it, and said, "Go to the royal city of this Dark King."

When Mo Fan accidentally entered the Dark Dimension, his father-in-law, Wen Tai, gave him three chances to borrow divine power. Now, there's only one chance left, and he probably won't need it again.

The ferryman in black robes didn't speak; he didn't want to speak anymore, he was a little annoyed.

The copper wooden boat wasn't particularly fast, but in Mo Fan's view, it was a very slow speed.

"Hey bro, can you hurry up? I'm in a rush," Mo Fan said.

The black-robed ferryman gave him a cold glance but didn't reply.

Hey, what kind of attitude is that!

Mo Fan said with a smile, "Do you know these Dark Kings: Night King, Cursed Consort, Twilight Lord, and End Demon?"

“Of course I know who the ruler of the Dark Dimension is!” said the black-robed ferryman.

"Do you know that they all died at my hands?"

Mo Fan's tone suddenly turned extremely fierce, as if it had changed from calm and gentle to dark and ominous, with a malevolent dragon emerging from the sea of ​​clouds, its fierce gaze fixed on the black-robed ferryman.

The exhaled wind transforms into the most ferocious storm in the world, carrying a temperature that freezes the soul.

The Dark Ferryman's eyes remained vacant for a long time. After about a minute, he said, "What did you just say?"

"Hey bro, can you go any faster?" Mo Fan said expressionlessly.

"You've already called me brother, so what else is there to say? Hold me steady." The black-robed ferryman's speed never disappointed.

Mo Fan sat cross-legged in the bronze wooden boat, a faint smile playing on his lips.

These creatures from the dark dimension are all worthless; they won't put in any effort unless you push them.

After this wave of threats, the black-robed ferrymen swung their poles so fast they left afterimages, and in just one day they reached the other side of the Yin-Yang Milky Way.

Wentai's divine kingdom and royal court - Hell Mountain.

The vast and boundless Hell Mountain is more majestic than any mountain range on earth, with eight million magnificent palaces on it, and the central building is the royal city of Wentai.

Mu Bai stared in utter shock at Hell Mountain and asked blankly, "Mo Fan, where is this? Are we going back to the human world from here?"

"Don't rush, the owner here is my father-in-law. Let's go have some tea first." Mo Fan was still very relaxed.

"Father-in-law? Uncle Zhuo Yun?!"

None of the shocks Mu Bai had experienced along the way were as great as the shock he felt at this moment; it was even more terrifying than when he learned that Mu He was the Grand Steward of Hujin.

"You're dreaming. The owner here is Xinxia's father, the Holy Son Wentai."

As Mo Fan spoke, he led Mu Bai into the Divine Palace Imperial Court.

The last time he came, he was led by Asha'ruya. This time, he walked into the building in a very casual manner.

Wen Tai, seated high on his throne, frowned. Why was this kid here?

(End of this chapter)