Don't forget, there are more than just two players in this trial of prosperity.

Going back in time for a moment, before the arrival of [Prosperity], in the depths of the Forest of Sighs, several figures staggered out of the treeless forest step by step, braving the thick fog and countless wandering twisted pythons.

But if the trees are gone, how will you know when you have walked out of the forest?

That's because what they were standing on now was no longer the rotten leaves formed by the snake skin shed by the twisted night python, but muddy red soil that could cause blood to flow with just one step!

The environment in front of these people changed, turning into an endless bloody wasteland, and in the middle of this land, which had no cover to begin with, there was a dazzling, eye-catching blood lake with surging waves!

Zuoqiu and Anjing looked at the blood-red lake in front of them, which was continuously rippling with ripples. The shock and fear in their hearts could not subside for a long time.

Who would have thought that there was a lake of corrupt blood in the center of the Forest of Sighs?

Who could have imagined that the so-called Tomb of the Dead Blood was not a stone tablet standing on the ground, but a pyramid-shaped mausoleum hanging upside down in the sky that the [decayed] pilgrims needed to look up at!

The upside-down pyramid tomb was like a giant floating thorn, with countless facets. Each facet was etched with countless unclear "decayed" characters by corrupt black blood.

Every time the corrupt black blood from all sides flows through all the words, the corrupt blood will gather at the tip of the pyramid and turn into a drop of sticky blood filled with hissing and wailing, dripping into the blood lake below.

And when the blood lake was filled to overflowing with the accumulating thick blood...

A tide of sighs and sorrow broke out.

Foul blood poured into the barren land like a tide, pushing the rich power of [Decay] to spread outward. The mist rising from the thick blood became thicker and thicker, and the blood color became lighter and lighter as it spread, until the mist spread into the forest and gradually turned into the Sighing Tide that the players were familiar with.

When Zuoqiu and Anjing arrived at this place, they happened to encounter the end of a wave of sighs and sorrows. However, the tail end of this bloody fog almost broke through their defense barrier and caused the two to die on the spot.

The historian held a page from a book written by an erudite poet that he had found from somewhere. His face was pale and his body was tense. However, even under such tremendous pressure of death, his eyes still shone with a thirst for historical truth.

He kept looking for the weak point of the blood frenzy in an attempt to pass through the fog and reach the depths of the blood lake, but he failed after trying for a long time.

At this moment when the tide of sighs and sorrow has erupted, probably no one can go in.

"Master Yan, help me, I can't hold on any longer. This is the last page of the Great Wall of Holy Light. I have used up all my accumulation. It's your turn next!"

Anjing was just as her name suggests, very quiet. Yujie Yanou did not take any action, but frowned and looked to the other side.

Zuo Qiu was a little anxious. He tried to remind her again, but An Jing just made a gesture to be quiet.

The historian's breathing stagnated, and he looked in the direction the puppet master was looking, only to find that in another direction not far from the blood lake, there was actually a person, a living person, who just jumped into the horrifying blood lake naked with his arms open.

The warrior's body full of scars and rotten flesh was so eye-catching that the two of them recognized who he was in an instant!

poison!

The one who left the player team at the very beginning and headed for the depths of the forest!

This [corrupt] believer, in this [corrupt] sanctuary, threw himself completely into His arms in a way that neither of them could understand.

When Zuo Qiu saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly and he exclaimed:

"Crazy! He's crazy!

He actually dared to step into this blood lake?

Does he want to live anymore?

That [corruption] rumor is false!

How is it possible for someone to bathe in corrupt blood and come back alive?

Not even Lin Xi can do that!"

"What's that?"

Curiosity flashed in An Jing's eyes, and she turned around and quietly took over the defense work.

Countless puppet-controlling silk threads suddenly burst out from the mouth and nose of the Ranger Yan puppet, and then whipped around the two of them, turning into a translucent "cocoon" woven with silk threads.

The surging tide of [decay] quietly flowed past after hitting the seemingly fragile cocoon wall, as if there was only a mass of air in the space wrapped in the silk cocoon and no living things existed.

Zuo Qiu's eyes sparkled as he watched this magical scene.

"[Silence] is really good at hiding himself, it's really wonderful."

"It's just a trifle, far less exciting than the history you're talking about. Tell me more, I'm very curious about the rumor you mentioned."

“It’s just a rumor.

After Lin Xi, the Chosen One of the Gods of Decay, came out alive from the Tomb of Septic Blood and reached the top, a voice was heard in the channel of Decay, saying that anyone who could bathe their entire body in the corrupt blood from the Tomb of Septic Blood would be able to receive His reward directly.

But it’s all fake.”

"Interesting, I see that your shock at this place doesn't seem fake. This should be your first time here. How come you are so familiar with this Tomb of Septic Blood?

This lake of blood is obviously formed by the blood dripping from the final tomb above our heads, and the floating final tomb is likely the place where He descends, so where is the falsehood?"

“This is my first time here, but I do have some memories of the Blood Tomb, and I know that no one has ever walked out of that blood lake alive.

Even though he is a believer in [decay], to this place where [decay] has accumulated and settled for millions of years, he is nothing more than a piece of white paper stained with a simple red mark!

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