On the altar, a hint of disappointment flashed in Lu Ning's eyes.
He picked up the broken crystal from the altar and jumped off.
"What did you see this time?" An Lan and the others were already used to Lu Ning seeing the old phantoms through the crystal, so they just asked out of curiosity.
Lu Ning recounted the phantoms he had seen, and everyone immediately showed expressions of astonishment.
"That giant serpent, it seems to be a demigod of that race? But it seems to have been corrupted? Is that why it attacked those pilgrims?" Jerry asked curiously.
Lu Ning shook his head: "I don't know. It seems that those pilgrims said something, but I couldn't hear any sound in the illusion."
An Lan frowned in thought, then said, "Lu Ning, you just said that the flesh of that demigod-level giant snake was corroded, exposing its bones. This reminds me of the giant skeletal snake I saw in the Yellow Springs before."
Steve and Jerry were both taken aback.
The giant skeletal serpent in the Yellow Springs had left a deep impression on them.
They almost died in the underworld because of that giant skeletal serpent.
Steve exclaimed, "What Elder An said seems to make a lot of sense. Maybe it really is that giant skeletal serpent from the Yellow Springs? Lu Ning, didn't you say that the underground river seemed to have the power of death? Could it be the Yellow Springs?"
Ya'en said thoughtfully, "But according to what you said before, that giant skeletal serpent was only at the Saint level, right? The giant serpent that Lu Ning saw in the illusion was at the Demigod level."
An Lan nodded and said, "It's possible that the giant snake became weaker after being corroded, or it's possible that the Death Space and the Yellow Springs themselves, like the Hand of the Yellow Springs, are just illusions projected by the Hand of the Yellow Springs in the mist. That's why the white bone giant snake is at the Saint level, because it's not the real body."
Everyone fell silent.
Osiris said, "This is just your personal guess, Anlan, isn't it? There are quite a few snake-like monsters, so there's no basis for this."
An Lan nodded and smiled, "It is indeed just a guess."
He sighed again: "It's a pity we don't know the identities of those pilgrims, what their purpose was in going to the giant serpent demigod, or what they said to the serpent that angered it."
Everyone remained silent.
It was just a few illusions, and we could only get very little information from them.
Su Qi said, "If we could know the exact reason why that civilization was destroyed, we might be able to avoid encountering the same problems as them."
The others nodded in agreement.
The lesson of a race with gods being swallowed and destroyed by the mist is of great significance to humanity.
Knowing the reason for the destruction of this race would greatly help them survive in the mist.
Unfortunately, they received too little information.
“Let’s go. The ceremonies at these key points seem to have reached a critical stage. When we arrived, the funeral directors here seemed to be nearing their deaths,” An Lan said without further thought.
Everyone nodded.
They then quickly left the underground cave and searched for the last remaining node.
Three days later, they found the final node using the same method.
It was located in the ruins of an ancient city in the desert.
No one expected that there would be ancient city ruins in such a desert.
The ruins have almost completely disappeared, leaving only a few broken eaves and walls, while the rest of the buildings are covered with sand and bones.
The altar for the ceremony was located in the center of the ruins.
When Lu Ning and the others arrived, the funeral directors were emanating a thick, dim yellow aura.
Their withered faces and bodies turned pale, showing signs of decay.
They are no longer alive.
Although these funeral directors are in a state of death, they seem to still possess self-awareness.
As Lu Ning and the others approached, the group of funeral directors jumped up.
They seemed to have fallen into some kind of peculiar frenzy, their mental fluctuations far stronger than the previous three groups of funeral directors.
The leader of the team even reached the Saint level!
"Who are you people?! What is your purpose in coming here?"
The head mortician was surrounded by an aura of death, and he looked at Osiris and the others with a wary expression.
Lu Ning and the others looked on with surprise.
An Lan asked, somewhat confused, "Are you alive or dead right now? Is your will still your own? Or have you changed your personality... no, are you even human anymore?"
As a researcher, Anlan was quite curious about the state of the funeral directors.
"court death!"
Although the funeral director's skin was withered and even showed signs of decay, his expression remained vivid.
He listened to An Lan's question with a gloomy look in his eyes and waved his hand at An Lan.
A void of death energy, like the underworld, swept towards An Lan, its power corroding the air.
Yaon stood in front of the deathly aura.
A sacred light shimmered in his hands as he grasped at the aura of death.
The next moment, a hand of light appeared in the air and crushed the invisible aura of death.
Aishalin clenched her fist, and frost surged, sealing off the group of funeral directors.
Even the leading funeral directors who have reached the Saint level are no exception.
This funeral director had only barely reached the threshold of sainthood, and his strength was naturally far inferior to that of Osiris and others.
It's not even as good as the Corpse Water Crocodile Saint from the Oasis.
The funeral directors struggled, their bodies even showing signs of muscle tearing, but they still did not stop.
This surprised everyone even more, as they seemed unconcerned about their physical pain.
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