“Forging is painful, but it’s still bearable. The most terrifying thing is being in an environment surrounded by enemies, facing the threat of death at every moment, just like this wailing cry. It will drive you crazy in the long run,” Ao Guang said with a sigh, shaking his head.
"Anyway, I haven't heard of anyone who has successfully completed the forging process. The immortals who came looking for opportunities either died or gave up halfway through."
"You didn't even attempt the divine and demonic forging, are you out of your mind? Giving up halfway is better than not even daring to try." Wang Yao muttered to himself as he followed Ao Guang step by step into the depths of the Swamp of Sorrow.
Before they knew it, the two had been walking for a day. Wang Yao noticed that the water in the swamp, which had originally looked clear, was gradually becoming murky, as if some creature was hiding underwater. Every now and then, a "splash" sound would come from the water, like the sound of a fish's tail splashing in the water.
The gray-green mist that permeated the surroundings gradually thickened, and the vegetation showed obvious signs of decay. However, Wang Yao's "good person" continued to operate freely, and he did not feel anything wrong with breathing in that gray-green mist.
The two walked for another day, and many skeletons, whether animal or divine, began to appear around them. Each of these skeletons was enormous, some buried in the ground or in puddles, and others standing tall and white towards the sky.
In Wang Yao's eyes, they were like the remains of some kind of huge prehistoric animal.
Aside from these, there was nothing else particularly novel. Ao Guang kept telling Wang Yao some precautions for forging gods and demons along the way, which made Wang Yao's journey less boring.
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