The river wind howled, stirring the divine blood and turning ripples into waves, spreading in all directions across the boundless divine river.
The black ferry boat, though it moved at what seemed like a slow pace, was unaffected by the fierce winds and waves, which couldn't impede it in the slightest.
The waves instantly calmed after the boat arrived.
The blood rain settled in the same manner.
It was as if this ferry was the supreme treasure of the god river, and the ferryman was the master of the endless blood river.
However, compared to this grand world, here… it was merely a prison.
The ferryman was neither singular nor fixed; there was always a release from punishment and departure.
After all, they were those who had committed great crimes within the Immortal Capital and were sent here to face their punishment.
Yet, in the entire Fifth Star Ring, few truly viewed them as criminals. Clans and sects dared not challenge them.
