Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

As the elevator platform reached its bottom, the two arrived at the deepest part of the prison.

A still, deathly atmosphere swept over us, mixed with the dampness and cold that had lingered for thousands of years.

Through surveillance, Qi Zhimu finally met the figure from the forbidden history of the Immortal Ship.

No, they can no longer be called human.

In the dim light, a creature resembling a huge lump of flesh was curled up in the center of the cell.

The body is deformed, with several pairs of atrophied fleshy wings dangling from its back, and only the skin membranes hanging on the skeleton.

The white bone spurs pierce the skin at the joints and grow outwards haphazardly.

Her long, straw-like hair covered almost her entire body, making her look like a fossilized algae that had been immersed in darkness for thousands of years, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Qi Zhimu withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Teng Xiao.

Teng Xiao looked solemn, nodded slightly, and turned to enter dozens of complicated keys into the control panel.

With a few dull mechanical sounds, all the sound monitoring devices targeting this location stopped working.

The heavy prison cell door slowly opened.

Qi Zhimu stepped inside, and the door immediately closed, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

In the cell, there was only him and that monstrous prisoner.

Qi Zhimu skipped the pointless pleasantries, his voice echoing in the empty cell.

"I have a patient who has been in a coma for several years, and his vital signs are weakening at a strange and rapid rate."

There was no movement in the cell, as if the lump of flesh was just an inanimate object.

Qi Zhimu remained unmoved and continued his statement.

"Her internal organs are constantly plundering the body's energy to maintain their own activity, just like parasites constantly absorbing the vital energy of the seven emotions and six desires from their host."

"You, who were once known as the Ghost Doctor of the Immortal Ship, do you know the root cause of this illness?"

One minute, two minutes...

Qi Zhimu waited patiently with a blank expression, as if he was certain that the other party would answer him.

Outside the prison cell, Teng Xiao and a group of judges kept a close eye on the surveillance cameras, not daring to miss a single detail.

For thousands of years, no one in the Alliance has ever spoken to the Origin Immortals.

Although he couldn't hear what Qi Zhimu said to him, and although the former had insurance provided by the marshal, they still had to ensure that no accident would happen.

After a while, a sickening scraping sound suddenly rang out in the dimly lit cell—the sound of bones scraping against the floor.

The Origin Immortal has moved.

Beneath that tangled mass of hair, a pair of murky yet eerie eyes slowly opened.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that his right eye had three pupils, while his left eye had two pupils.

The Origin Immortal did not speak immediately, but instead looked Qi Zhimu up and down without restraint, as if examining a rare treasure.

His gaze was like a hook, as if he wanted to peel away Qi Zhimu's skin and see through his soul.

"Tsk, tsk tsk..."

A dry, hoarse voice rang out.

"Everyone in the world calls me a madman, but I never expected that this young man would be just as mad as me."

The Origin Immortal let out a strange laugh, and the bone spurs on his back trembled a few times.

"Forcibly seizing forbidden things into a mortal body... and you're still standing here, not being taken away by those conservative old fogies to fill the alchemy furnace. Interesting."

Qi Zhimu remained expressionless, ignoring the commotion.

The Origin Immortal seemed to find it boring, and suppressed his laughter, saying calmly.

"That's a celestial deficiency disease called Danque. If it enters an irreversible depletion process, it will naturally consume the host's body energy to maintain its activity in order to survive."

Could you explain in more detail?

"Hehehe... I see that you have mastered the ancient acupuncture techniques of the Immortal Ship, so your skill must be quite profound. Even if I don't know the specifics, I should be able to guess."

"I would like to hear the details."

The Origin Immortal's three pupils, which had been bulging in their sockets, shifted slightly, and a withered smile appeared on his lips as he answered Qi Zhimu's question.

"I have only seen one such patient. Dan Que is a rare congenital defect that is present in the very few immortal beings born with it."

"A flawless dantian will continuously provide the energy for immortality, while a flawed dantian will not—"

"If we compare the flawless elixir to a precious jade pot, then even a single drop of its elixir is enough to nourish and regenerate it, ensuring it will never run dry..."

"Then the Heavenly Defect Danfu is a jade pot that has only a fixed amount of nectar since its birth."

"Once the fine wine is finished, it needs something else to nourish it."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhimu's gaze slowly froze, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.

It turns out... the culprit who caused Jingliu to remain in a deep sleep was himself.

No wonder Yu Huai, the father, said that Jing's fluid quality was poor, because it was a warning sign that his body was overdrawn.

What you squander now will eventually have to be repaid in the future.

Seeing Qi Zhimu's reaction, a knowing look flashed in the eyes of the Origin Immortal.

"Generally speaking, even if the Danfu (energy center) is deficient, it is enough to provide the immortal ship's longevity seed with energy for a thousand years."

"Only when one is in a state of extreme overexertion for a long period of time will symptoms of dantian deficiency be triggered; otherwise, it will not affect daily life."

"Because of the demonic body, few people can cross the threshold of a thousand years. As for the rare disease of Dan Que, it is no exaggeration to say that it occurs in one out of a hundred billion people."

"Should I say you're lucky, or incredibly unlucky? Tsk..."

"How can it be cured completely?" Qi Zhimu ignored the mockery from the Origin Immortal.

Why ask me for an answer?

The Origin Immortal chuckled lazily, his murky eyes fixed on Qi Zhimu through his disheveled hair, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"You are someone who has dabbled in forbidden things, surely you can come up with a solution to eradicate it, can't you?"

"I look forward to your choice... and even more to the near future, to whether you will become my cellmate."

Qi Zhimu remained silent, his five fingers lightly clenched, and a jar of wine appeared in his hand.

"The title of 'Ghost Doctor' is well-deserved. I hope you enjoy this jar of Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine."

Qi Zhimu tossed the wine jar toward the Origin Immortal, then looked at the monitor and signaled to open the prison door.

"Hahaha, fine wine! What a carefree young man! I look forward to your final fate with even greater anticipation."

The origin of the immortals burst into laughter.

Qi Zhimu paused as he was about to step out of the cell, turning his head slightly.

"Before that, if there's any room for negotiation, I'll have someone inform you."

"I can sleep for billions of years... I lack everything, but I have no shortage of time."

The cell door was completely closed, as if it had never been opened.

The subsequent conversation between the two was also heard by everyone outside.

Qi Zhimu actually brought a jar of wine for the Origin Immortal?

The people were puzzled by the marshal's deeper meaning. Could it be that the two were old acquaintances?

As for the Origin Immortal's expectation of Qi Zhimu's final fate, most people just thought it was crazy talk and didn't take it to heart.

The final fate of the people on the Immortal Ship is nothing more than a few possibilities.

Qi Zhimu did not linger and quickly left the prison with Teng Xiao.

"When are we leaving Luofu?" Teng Xiao asked, turning his head to the side above the ancient sea of ​​Boyue.

"Now."

"Is it really necessary? I am now the General of Luofu, after all. When old friends meet, you won't even give me a chance to show some hospitality?"

"Alright, but Teng Xiao, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Go ahead and say it."

"You just heard me say that on the day I die, I will tell the Origin Immortals how I will die."

"Reason?" Teng Xiao raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"It's just a special agreement," Qi Zhimu replied calmly.

…a similar agreement.

……

After reading some comments, some readers said that I underestimated the strength of the Xianzhou people. Actually, I want to say that you underestimated the strength of the Xianzhou people.

They don't possess the ability to manifest freely; most are just ordinary, immortal beings who can survive even if their heads are sewn back on after being cut off. They are simply ordinary people without any special abilities.

The list of serious criminals in the Ten Kings' Office records that: the barbarians killed more than three thousand people from the Immortal Boat and drank their blood to gain immortality.

Mirror Flow background story: The sword weighs only 7-14 catties, and it is not clear whether one catty is a unit of counting sixteen liang. If so, the swords of many heroes in ancient films and television dramas are of similar weight.

Therefore, not just any person from the Immortal Ship can casually lift a weapon weighing hundreds of kilograms and beat someone up; if you want to become stronger, you definitely need to train.

Regarding the number of Cloud Cavalry, I referenced the actual number of soldiers and the proportion of 14 billion people, setting the Cloud Cavalry of the Immortal Ship to be around 4 million people.

Although Hagi Huan hadn't talked to every NPC on the entire Immortal Ship map, he had at least read all the books several times.

You might think some settings are wrong, or to put it bluntly, it's just that you think they're wrong...

Some settings in the game are actually quite petty. For example, in the Third Abundant People's War that took place in Fanghu, the Luofu Immortal Ship lost more than 63,000 warships and more than 120,000 flying soldiers.

One hundred and twenty thousand. For a celestial vessel with hundreds of billions of people, doesn't this number seem difficult to assess even in the context of an Earth war?

It's not that readers can't question authors; after all, not everyone has read a lot of texts, and even authors sometimes miss a lot.

It's best to be gentle and polite. Your tone is harsh; Hagiwara isn't a clay figure who only knows how to be scolded.

Fortunately, most of the fans who follow the book are beautiful, elegant, handsome, low-key, and cultured.

Finally, some readers asked why the book's rating was low. According to the explanation provided, it is strongly correlated with the novel's word count and reader activity.

There are few paragraph comments, few book reviews, and only over 8,000 people are following the story out of 80,000 bookshelves. There are many books being left unfinished, so the ratings naturally won't go up.

There's nothing wrong with taking time out of writing. I know I write my plot slowly, and I don't really care about the rating. As long as I have more words, I can get an 8-point rating, which is good enough.

In addition, some readers in the book reviews said that the simulation of a lifetime lasted too long. I'm really tired and don't want to explain anymore. I don't know where they got the idea that this book is a system simulation novel.