Chapter 30 It’s Not Suitable to Stay Here for Long
As expected! As the giant eye "watched," the Soul-Sinking Mist surged more and more violently, its density growing ever higher. At its edges, it even began to form solid spikes resembling black ice crystals! A heart-pounding, far more oppressive feeling than before slowly spread over like an icy tide, squeezing the weak barrier formed by the last remnants of the Yin-Yang Spring's power of creation!
"It's gathering strength!" Jiang Xuelan's face darkened. This thing was more troublesome than he'd imagined! Previously, the Soul-Sinking Mist had only been invading it instinctively, but now, the appearance of this "eye" seemed to give these chaotic, resentful souls a unified will and purpose—to devour the intruder!
Li Jiuyou also put away his frivolous expression, his scarlet-gold eyes becoming serious. He felt threatened. The venom and corrosive power contained in this condensed soul-sinking mist were several times stronger than before! A head-on fight, given their current state, was definitely not a wise move!
"Let's go!" They both said almost in unison, then immediately turned away in disgust.
The goal was instantly agreed upon - **We shouldn't stay here for long!**
Jiang Xuelan didn't hesitate, enduring the dull ache from his old lower back injury, stimulated by the cold air of the Yin Spring. His figure transformed into a stream of icy blue light, rushing towards the direction they had come from—the rolling barrier of the Soul-Sinking Mist! He tightly grasped the lusterless Jianmu branch in one hand (although it was lusterless, it was better to have it than not), and with the other hand, he formed a seal, wielding icy immortal power to pave the way ahead, attempting to break through a passage.
Li Jiuyou cursed inwardly and followed closely behind. Scarlet-gold demonic energy enveloped his entire body, and like a flaming meteor, he violently crashed into the thick fog! As he charged, he couldn't help but glance back at the depths of the spring—a place the gravekeepers had described as "untouchable to the living." It was dark and deep, seemingly hiding endless secrets. But right now, saving his life was paramount!
Just when the two were about to rush into the thick fog!
“Hehehehe——!”
A sharp, piercing scream, filled with endless resentment and greed, suddenly erupted from the depths of the Soul-Sinking Mist! The huge "Eye of the Soul-Sinking" suddenly burst into a dazzling gray-black light!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several black spear-like spikes made of highly condensed soul-sinking fog tore through the fog with a sharp sound of breaking through the air and a chilling chill that froze the soul. They shot towards the backs of the two men with astonishing speed and precision!
**(Conspiracy theory on the turtle shell)**
"They're moving! They're moving!" Black Armor's green eyes were fixed on the violently swirling Soul-Sinking Mist, and he screamed excitedly, "The energy fluctuations have converged! They must have finished healing and are about to come out! I always say that the Great Immortal Jianmu is reliable!"
Man Gu's massive body was tense like a bow, his eyes wide open, and his large hands, like palm-leaf fans, were already pressing down on the massive bone stick at his waist. "The fog... isn't right! It's getting thicker! Something's gathering!"
Ache's face turned pale as he clutched the corner of Mangu's clothes tightly. In the storage bag on his waist, the half broom handle suddenly vibrated violently without any warning, making a low humming sound and emitting a faint, warning milky white halo!
"The broom handle...is reacting! Brothers and the others are in danger!" Che cried out.
The gravekeeper's hunched figure, against the swirling gray fog, resembled a dead leaf ready to be devoured. His murky gray pupils gazed at the looming outline of a giant eye condensed from the mist, and at the rapidly gathering, aggressive power of the soul. His cracked lips moved silently, finally fading into a barely audible whisper:
"The 'eye' has opened... The 'tail' will follow... The soul has a master... I will not stop until it is completely devoured..."
"Tail?" Black Armor's green eyes spun around, accurately capturing the word. The eight trigrams patterns on its shell flashed wildly. "Senior! Are you saying... that behind those ghost eyes, there's an even more formidable 'tail'? Is this Soul-Sinking Mist a living thing? Or... is there something controlling these resentful spirits in this Ten Thousand Demon Tomb?"
It suddenly approached the gravekeeper, lowered its hoarse voice, and spoke rapidly: "Senior! You must know! Who is this 'master'? Is he related to the 'one of the masters' you mentioned before? Controlling the Soul-Sinking Mist... What level of old monster must this be? It's staring at the Immortal Lord and King Li. Is it interested in their... um... ice and fire origins? Or..." A gleam flashed in Xuanjia's green bean eyes, "Is it related to the broken branch of Jianmu? After all, this thing is the only treasure that can restrain the Soul-Sinking Mist!"
The gravekeeper slowly turned his head, his cloudy grey eyes fixed on Xuan Jia. His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to penetrate the tortoise shell, seeing the countless conspiracy theories swirling in Xuan Jia's mind. He neither confirmed nor denied, only uttered a few words hoarsely:
"The brilliance of Jianmu... is the key... and also... bait..."
The black-armored creature's eyes suddenly shrank! Key? Bait? This was too much information! It felt like its CPU was about to explode!
"That 'tail'..." Man Gu asked in a muffled voice, his huge bull eyes filled with worry, "Wang and the others..."
The gravekeeper slowly raised his skinny fingers, pointed to the direction where Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou's breath disappeared in the soul-sinking fog, and then slowly lowered them.
"The soul is like a shadow... accompanied by its tarsal bones..." His voice was filled with a fatalistic desolation. "Breaking through the fog... is not about escaping danger... but about stepping into... a deeper situation..."
As if to confirm the gravekeeper's words—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
From the depths of the soul-sinking fog, a violent energy explosion suddenly erupted! Icy blue and crimson-gold light flashed through the dense fog, only to be swallowed by an even thicker gray-black. Then, as if possessed of life, the sticky mist began to rapidly flow and converge in the direction of the explosion! Like a gigantic, greedy mouth, chasing and devouring something!
"King! Immortal Lord!" Man Gu roared, and a huge bone stick appeared in his hand in an instant, and he was about to rush in regardless of anything!
"Don't be impulsive!" Xuanjia was so scared that his shell almost stood up, and he bit Mangu's trouser leg tightly. "Going in is like sending food! There's something wrong with that fog! It's chasing them!"
Ah Che was so anxious that he was about to cry. He frantically shook the glowing broom handle and said, "Master Jianmu! Help me, Senior Brother! Please!"
At that moment, the stooped figure of the gravekeeper took his first initiative and took a step forward. His face, like the dry bark of a tree, was expressionless. His murky gray eyes stared at the pursuing soul-sinking fog. His cracked lips moved silently a few times, and the withered fingers within his sleeves seemed to form an extremely ancient and obscure seal.
A wave, so weak that it was almost imperceptible, carrying the breath of ancient decay, silently merged into the swirling soul-sinking fog.
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