"Ignore her. She's an acquaintance of mine. She came here with me. Even after Zhu Lian died, she still remembers me." Ao Guang's deep voice rang out from ahead.
"Go back quickly, go back!" The vengeful spirit of the fairy lingered far behind Wang Yao and the others, chanting incessantly, her voice ethereal and distant.
At this moment, the sky and the ground above Ghost Lake were filled with all kinds of vengeful spirits. They flew, swam, and ran, and all kinds of sounds came one after another.
Crying, talking, shouting, laughing, pleading, begging, seduction, deception—all sorts of emotions filled Wang Yao and his companions.
Wang Yao never expected that there would be such a lively place deep in the Swamp of Sorrows. However, all this liveliness was devoid of any vitality, making people feel a kind of indescribable and extremely deep desolation.
Ao Guang carried Wang Yao silently through them, even through their shadows, and ahead stood a giant tree that seemed to be the king of trees.
All the surrounding trees seemed to be keeping a distance of about a hundred meters from it in order to highlight its presence, leaving a circular body of water and the only large tree standing alone in the water.
This large tree is incredibly tall and stands in the water like a wall. In the center of its trunk is a large, arched hole that connects with its reflection on the water's surface, like a deep mirror in the water, or an open door welcoming visitors from all directions.
"This is...?"
Wang Yao guessed that this was probably the entrance to the forging of gods and demons. The vengeful spirits seemed to know that this was a dangerous place, because within a hundred meters of the big tree, there were not only no other trees, but not even a single vengeful spirit wandering around... But wait... there's more...
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