She had just been thinking about the monster in her mind, which was why she entered the illusion. However, the Du Yixiang only blooms for twelve hours and will wither away on its own after twelve hours. She didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence that she would encounter it.

Sheng He pinched her brows tiredly. She was probably too impatient. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen into the trap so easily.

After casually crushing the remaining leaves of the Duyixiang into powder, Sheng He straightened his mind and walked towards the path ahead again.

The dense forest is not big, and pink flowers sway on the roadside from time to time. Except for the occasional low-level monsters running by, Sheng He did not encounter any other troubles along the way.

After walking for about an hour, the view suddenly opened up. What came into view was a large area of ​​bare tree stumps. The dark lake water pressed down before my eyes, which made me feel a little scared for no reason.

The water surface was calm without a single ripple. Sheng He picked up a stone from the shore and threw it into the center of the lake. The stone formed a perfect parabola, but suddenly dropped straight down when it passed the shore, falling into the water with a "thump" without causing any splash.

This is the Sea of ​​Nothingness.

There are no living creatures in the black lake, and no ships or magical instruments can pass through the Sea of ​​Nothingness.

The only thing that can pass through this lake is the dense forest in front of Wuwang Sea, which is nourished by the lake water.

Sheng He skillfully took out an axe from his storage ring, picked a tree at random and started chopping it.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The familiar sound of a wooden fish was heard. Sheng He caught the felled tree and turned around to see a monk sitting between the tree stumps, beating a wooden fish with his eyes closed.

This monk was the one who had just rescued her from the illusion.

"Mage!"

"Thank you for your reminder, Master. I am very grateful."

The monk opened his eyes slightly, but his hands did not stop moving. He nodded lightly at Sheng He and continued to chant the mantra for rebirth.

Sheng He waited patiently on the side until the last recitation of the mantra was finished, then Sheng He spoke again:

"Is the mage praying for the souls of these dead trees?"

The monk opened his eyes and looked at the tree stumps on the ground with compassion. These stumps were no more than knee-high. The big ones were as thick as two people could hug together, and the small ones were no thicker than the mouth of a bowl. In order to cross the Wuwang Sea, countless monks had cut down these trees over thousands of years.

But these trees are different from other trees. Old trees will not sprout new buds, and they will not grow new branches if they are cut down. Their souls are imprisoned in the sea of ​​nothingness, and only the circles of annual rings on the stumps testify that they once lived.

The monk held the Buddhist beads in his hand and said calmly, "I am not a Buddhist monk. What I did just now was just a small favor. Don't worry about it. All living beings suffer. There is very little I can do. I can only do my best."

Sheng He put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute in an unskilled manner: "Thank you very much, Master. Since you are here, do you also want to go to the underground volcano at the bottom of the Wuwang Sea?"

"yes."

"This Wuwang Sea prohibits the use of spiritual power. Ordinary ships and magic tools cannot be used. Only the trees that are nourished by the lake water are not repelled by the lake water. Therefore, these tree stumps... are really a helpless move."

Sheng He said, patting the big tree that had just been chopped down on his shoulder, "I know that the master must not want to kill, but I have no other choice. Now that the work has been done and the tree has been chopped down, are you willing to ride on the same tree with me?"

Buwei put away the wooden fish, turned his head to look at the dozens of meters long tree behind Sheng He, and smiled softly:

"Don't think I'm a pedantic person. I have never blamed anyone. I know that everyone has their own fate, and the same is true for trees. I pray for them so that they will not be so miserable in their next life."

Sheng He's eyebrows moved slightly and she also smiled. In her impression, most monks only knew how to chant scriptures and persuade people to be kind and not kill. She didn't expect to meet such an open-minded monk.

Sheng He did not hesitate. He picked up the Dragon Roar Sword and in just a few breaths he cut the big tree into a canoe, and then he barely twisted two branches into the shape of a paddle.

After pushing the boat onto the Wuwang Sea, Sheng He stepped on it tentatively. The wooden log swayed and finally floated steadily on the water.

"Master Buwei, come up."

Sheng He rowed the boat slowly in front of the lake. About an hour later, the temperature around them became higher and higher, and a small piece of land vaguely appeared in the air ahead that was constantly distorted by the high temperature.

But as the boat continued to move forward, the land disappeared quietly again.

The temperature on the lake surface had become unbearable. Sheng He put down the oars and looked down at the bottom of the lake.

The dark lake water is bottomless and warm. Occasionally a few bubbles emerge from the surface of the lake and quickly disappear into the hot air.

"Master Buwei, we're here."

Buwei nodded, Sheng He carefully tied the oars to the boat, and the two closed their eyes and jumped into the lake together.

His body was sinking continuously, and the spiritual energy around him was sealed tightly. Sheng He opened his eyes hard and saw corpses standing in the lake. They neither floated up nor sank, and still maintained the same appearance as before death, which looked creepy.

Sheng He closed her eyes and forced herself not to look at them. The lake water kept squeezing her body. The deeper she sank, the hotter the water became.

After an unknown amount of time, the two feet finally slowly touched the ground. Sheng He and Buwei looked at each other and then focused their gazes on the crater in front of them.

The bottom of the Wuwang Sea is desolate, with only corpses and endless sand and rocks. Only this gorgeous crater looks particularly abrupt.

The crater is about two feet wide and presents a bright orange glow due to the high temperature. From time to time, magma surges out from the interior, bringing out large amounts of thick smoke. The boiling magma melts into the water and instantly produces countless bubbles.

These bubbles slowly rose along with the thick smoke, and then slowly dissolved into the dark, deep lake water.

Sheng He felt the continuous gushing air waves. She took a deep breath, leaned over and climbed down from the crater.

The magma was rolling under her body, and each rock brought unbearable heat and high temperature. Sheng He's hands were soon burned with blisters, and her hair seemed to be on fire at any time. She gritted her teeth and climbed down little by little.

It's much better than in the previous life, Sheng He kept comforting herself. In the previous life, she had just established her foundation when she came to Wuwang Sea, and her physical fitness was far worse than it is now. After leaving Wuwang Sea, she suffered burns all over her body, and her ten fingers were almost disabled. She rested in the sect for nearly a year before she recovered.

At least for now, it's just a few blisters on my hands.

In the center of the magma, a small green flame kept jumping. Sheng He calmed himself down and took out an iron claw from his sleeve.