Dragon Boat Taoist, Retreating from the Alien World

On the first night after traveling to Cangwu Ze, a strange shadow knocked on the boat and whispered at the door. Countless pale arms climbed onto the side of the ship, and the shouts of thousands of people paddling could be heard from underwater. Jiang Long opened the broken drawings handed down from his ancestors and read out the sacrificial words that had been lost for thousands of years: "The boat carries the soul of the hero, and the water carries the pure soul. Be polite and keep everyone safe." The ghost retreated. He also exposed himself. It also revealed the truth that the Blackstone Tribe had concealed for thousands of years: black wood is not an evil thing, and the dead souls are not evil spirits. It is the blood sacrifice itself that is feeding this never-ending disaster. From that day on, he became the only variable under the rule of the false god. Collect eight things, cast a dragon boat, cross the abyss of stars, and return to the ancestral court. But he hadn't yet realized that the comment engraved at the end of the fragmented picture was never a prophecy: It's a letter from home thousands of years ago.