Chapter 499 499. Tomb of All Living Things
The abyss was pitch black, without any light.
But as he walked deeper into the ground, Xia Feng discovered that this seemed to be a snowy field.
Even through the thick ice and snow, Xia Feng could still feel the countless corpses buried beneath the snow as he stepped on the snow. The rotten and evil aura had been accumulating for hundreds of millions of years.
It seems as if this is the source of all filth.
The deeper they went, the thicker the snow that never melted under their feet became. The air was filled with an icy and chilling aura, which made even Xia Feng, who had a strong physique, feel a chill to the bone.
This made Xia Feng suspicious. Is this really a lost space caused by the civil war in the empire?
Because through the eyes of deconstruction, he could clearly see the dense corpses beneath the thick snow, including those of humans, the Evil Tribe, and even the Dragon Tribe. There were hundreds of millions of them piled up, stretching as far as the eye could see.
This is a tomb for all living beings.
He and the woman in green skirt were walking on it.
Xia Feng looked up and saw through the eyes of deconstruction that at the end of the snowfield, there stood a towering snow-capped mountain, like a dead giant beast in the starry sky, magnificent and vast.
At the same time, a thin mist was floating in the sky.
The mist was faintly purple, repelled by the evil demon's heart.
"Is this fog the same as the fog on the Witch Island?" Xia Feng asked puzzledly as he followed the woman in green skirt.
The further they moved towards the snow-capped mountains, the denser the fog became, and the color of the space turned visibly purple.
The fog on the Witch Island was like this before. It faintly carried the breath of evil, but it was not evil and could not be absorbed by the evil demon's heart.
"Almost." Jiang Qiu'e said calmly, "You can think of it as a kind of poison. If you come into contact with it too much, you might get infected.
Under the cover of these fogs, a disaster zone similar to the Witch Island was formed. It was forbidden to hang more than 5 meters above the ground in the zone, flying was impossible, space teleportation was prohibited, and the movement of spirit particles would also be hindered.
As for the specific effects of the disaster poison, if you are interested, you can try inhaling the mist."
Jiang Qiu'e held the "Protect" character talisman between her fingertips, burning one after another, turning into a light red shield that protected the two of them.
Xia Feng sensed it carefully and found that, indeed, the deeper he went, the more blocked the movement of the spirit particles on the surface of the soul became.
At this point, Xia Feng already felt that he was unable to use the spiritual clothes.
But it’s not a big deal. He still has a strong body and spiritual weapon, so he is not afraid of Jiang Qiu’e doing something bad to him.
And to be honest, Jiang Qiu'e's combat power was reduced much more than his because she couldn't use the spiritual clothes.
Xia Feng narrowed his dark pupils as he stared at the cold back of the woman in the green dress. He said thoughtfully, "So, if I were infected with the plague here, what would happen? Would I become a weeping witch like on Witch Island?"
Jiang Qiu'e shook her head and was about to say something when a withered white hand suddenly rose from the snow beneath her feet in the darkness, attempting to grab Xia Feng's ankle.
Xia Feng reacted quickly, moving half his body back like a ghost.
But the snow was like a mole poking its head out. At this moment, hundreds of white hands suddenly stretched out and pressed the ground. Amidst the rustling sounds, strange human figures slowly crawled out of the ground.
"Walk."
Xia Feng only heard a short word from the woman in green dress, and when he looked up, the woman in green dress had disappeared.
Damn, Xia Feng was convinced. This woman had so many ways to escape, but he didn't even notice how Jiang Qiu'e disappeared.
There was no other way. Space-type spiritual weapons could not be used in the disaster realm, so Xia Feng had to activate the fire wings of the Vermillion Bird Magic Armor and fly forward madly.
Since it was forbidden to fly more than five meters above the ground within the disaster zone, he could only fly at a low altitude. Countless hands stretched out from the snow beneath his feet, and hideous human faces roared under the semi-transparent ice surface, which made Xia Feng suffer from claustrophobia and became dazed.
The solemn and sacred sound of Buddhist chanting rang faintly in my ears, and it was like the wailing of evil ghosts: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable. Infinite Heavenly Venerable"
Hearing these four words repeated over and over again, Xia Feng inexplicably had a strange idea in his heart: he wanted to fall into the tomb of the snowfield and merge with those corpses to become a part of them. That must be very happy.
But the thought was fleeting.
After a while, he quickly saw a snowy hill in front of him. A woman in a green skirt stood on the top of the hill, throwing out three talismans in her hand, on which the three words "Strong Protection", "Strengthen" and "Guide" appeared respectively.
Xia Feng suddenly felt a gravitational force coming from the hill, further increasing his speed.
At the same time, the [Strong Protection] and [Strengthening] talismans also merged together to form a crimson light film, and Xia Feng crashed into it.
As soon as he landed, the woman in green skirt threw a [clean] character at him.
Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he stopped and let the word "Jing" sink into his eyebrows. The "Wulian Tianzun" in his ears instantly disappeared.
"This is the effect of the Disaster Realm. The longer you stay in the fog, or the more negative emotions you feel towards the 'existence beneath the snowfield,' your consciousness will gradually be 'assimilated,' and you'll develop the desire to merge with the 'existence beneath the snowfield,' and eventually even put it into action."
"The existence under the snowfield." Xia Feng was puzzled. "Are you talking about those corpses that suddenly came to life?"
"Yes and no."
Jiang Qiu'e tilted her head and looked down at the hill below. Under the sea of densely packed human hands, countless corpses opened their eyes, turned their ugly heads to look at the two of them, and the corners of their lips were curled in the same arc.
"This snowfield is actually a conscious entity."
Jiang Qiu'e said something startling, "You can think of it as a massive and deformed consciousness formed by the forced fusion of countless life consciousnesses."
"And this consciousness has only one purpose, which is to assimilate the invaders into its own."
After listening to Jiang Qiu'e's explanation, Xia Feng felt his scalp tingling. As long as there is negative emotion, it will gradually be assimilated. This thing is unsolvable. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hear the solemn and sacred Buddhist chanting again: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
"I suggest you don't think about it, especially not about the snowfield. Doing so will only lead to more negative emotions and make you more susceptible to assimilation."
Jiang Qiu'e's soft voice brought Xia Feng back to his senses, and his eyes twitched slightly:
"I think if you didn't tell me so much, I might not have so many negative emotions."
Seeing his unfriendly expression, Jiang Qiu'e felt inexplicably happy, but her face remained solemn and cold: "You asked it yourself."
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Okay, okay, that's how we play it, right, Green-haired Fox? Just wait for me! Xia Feng made a note of Jiang Qiu'e and said with a smile:
"Okay then. Didn't you ask me to accompany you to find the relics of the gods? But now we are trapped. What should we do?"
"We've found it."
Jiang Qiu'e shook her head and pointed to the hill below. "If you drop your dragon blood here, it will open the space gate."
"Oh?" Xia Feng looked at his feet in confusion. This small hill was also covered with snow, and there was some kind of seal in the mountain that he couldn't see clearly.
In other words, the divine relic that Jiang Qiu'e wants is in the seal?
Jiang Qiu'e is such a cautious person, yet she is willing to take such a risk to enter this strange place. The function of this divine relic must be extraordinary.
Xia Feng's mind raced, and he had already begun to think of a plan to steal the god's relics.
As for the promise to work together. What is the moral condemnation of breaking the promise?
Well, Xia Feng's moral bottom line has always been flexible and changeable, and he has no morals now.
(End of this chapter)
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