Chu Mo felt an unparalleled shock in his heart, as the desolate sound of the horn seemed to mingle with the sounds of battle!
Based on the distance, it shouldn't be far away. But why... could he only hear a general idea?
Could it be... my hearing has declined to such an extent?
A look of disbelief spread across Chu Mo's face, a feeling he had not remembered for many years.
At that moment, Chu Mo made an attempt; he recited the mnemonic, wanting to enter the Spirit Realm!
Years ago, when he was seriously injured and only his spirit could move, he directly entered the Spirit Realm. Now, he wanted to try again.
There was no response at all!
The Spirit Realm, which even a trace of spiritual power could enter, had completely shut its doors to him at this moment.
A look of confusion appeared on Chu Mo's face, as this situation was a first for him.
At that time, the sounds of battle drew nearer still, as if it were just a few miles away from him.
Chu Mo's spirits lifted; no matter what, he had to avoid the immediate danger first. Since there were people battling here, it meant that he should still be above the Spirit Realm!
Later, he could just find someone and ask for clarity.
Chu Mo thought to himself, then took a glance at his surroundings.
The river wasn't too wide, about twenty or thirty yards. On the opposite bank were rolling mountains, very high, and despite being close, Chu Mo still couldn't see the vegetation on the mountains clearly. They seemed all dark.
The sky overhead was a dull gray, without any light shining through. Yet, this piece of Heaven and Earth was not dark.
Where Chu Mo stood was a small sandy beach, about a dozen yards in size. Beyond the beach lay a swath of shrubbery, and in the distance, it seemed there was an endless prairie.
The river water was black as ink, emitting a cold and gloomy aura, and Chu Mo noticed that there was nothing floating on the water. To confirm his suspicions, Chu Mo dragged the corpse of an unknown creature to the river's edge and pushed it in.
His current strength had even fallen short of that of his ordinary peers, so he could only use this method.
The unknown creature's corpse was immediately swallowed by the river water, sank, and never surfaced again.
Chu Mo's eyebrows rose slightly, and he broke off a branch from the shore, throwing it into the river. The branch also sank straight down without even causing a ripple.
This river was indeed strange!
Chu Mo really wanted to contact the Heaven Slaying divine mirror to take a look at this river, but sadly, he couldn't summon even a bit of his spiritual power. He could only struggle to drag a pile of unknown creatures' corpses into the river.
After doing all this, Chu Mo was sweating profusely, sitting there and gasping for breath.
The sounds of battle were coming closer and closer; they seemed to be just one or two miles away. Chu Mo struggled to his feet and began to make his way into the bushes.
At that time, Chu Mo also saw the creatures fighting in the distance. One side was riding huge warhorses, showing half their bodies from within the bushes. The other side was hidden, but the knights' actions suggested they were concealed within the grass.
The side with warhorses didn't seem to hold much advantage, as constantly, people fell from their horses and let out a scream.
Chu Mo hid and watched tensely, realizing that these people were just like him, dressed entirely in black.
From the battle, Chu Mo could deduce that the people on both sides seemed to be ordinary humans, a sensation like being in the Mortal Realm of ordinary worldly life.
Chu Mo frowned and watched silently.
At that moment, suddenly someone burst through the grass, charging straight toward Chu Mo. It was too late to dodge now, He could only watch helplessly as the grass continuously swayed, forming a beeline straight for him.
Chu Mo's expression immediately tensed, his eyes narrowed, his hand gripping Heaven Slaying tightly. Although he could barely muster any strength, He was still absolutely confident that he could cut down the approaching person with a single slash.
At that point, the person charging over seemed to sense danger from this direction, and his dashing figure paused slightly. Then, through the gaps in the grass, they saw each other.
It was a boy around sixteen or seventeen, his body was dressed in tattered clothes, worn and torn, and he bore several wounds, the fresh red blood staining his ragged clothes, continuously trickling out.
The parts of his body that were exposed were just like Chu Mo's, as black as ink!
The boy's eyes were very bright. Seeing Chu Mo, his expression became noticeably tense. However, he then placed a finger to his lips, signaling Chu Mo to be silent.
The two looked at each other and gradually calmed down.
Chu Mo did not see any intention to kill in the boy's eyes, and the boy also felt the other side gradually relaxing. He suddenly cracked a smile, then slowly crouched down, and gestured for Chu Mo to crouch as well.
At this time, several huge warhorses were wading through the grass, heading this way.
Along came several cursing voices, "Lowly commoners! A bunch of lowly commoners! Damn it… If it weren't for this damned place, I could easily cut them down one by one...!"
"My lord, don't be angry, that group of lowly commoners has already been scattered by us…" another voice spoke up, with a fawning tone.
At that moment, however, there came a crisp sound of a slap.
"Damn it… what 'group of lowly commoners'? You make it sound like you didn't come from that group of people!"
The ingratiating voice was full of grievance, "My lord… aren't you also?"
"You dare talk back?"
Then, there was another round of cursing. They moved a few steps closer, then suddenly said, "Forget it, the closer to the Netherworld River, the more restless my heart gets, let's just stay away from here!"
"My lord is wise!" the fawning voice rang out again, and by the sound of it, one would never guess he'd just been slapped twice.
"Wise my ass! Aside from bootlicking, what else can you do?" The man on horseback, cursing and swearing, rode away into the distance.
Only then did Chu Mo slowly stand up and watched the man's retreating figure.
The man riding the horse was extremely tall, with very long arms, which was necessary if one wanted to slap someone while riding. It was precisely because of this thought that Chu Mo couldn't help but stand up and watch.
The boy crouching beside him was scared out of his wits by Chu Mo's action, frantically gesturing for Chu Mo to crouch down.
Chu Mo then squinted his eyes and slowly crouched down again.
At this time, the tall man on horseback seemed to sense something and looked back over his shoulder.
But all he saw, aside from the grass over a man's height, was nothing. He couldn't help but curse again, "This damn river! Every time I come here, I feel just as restless!"
After that, the two riders regrouped with other riders and continued to search the Prairie for the presence of other people.
The distant battle continued, with the cavalry maintaining the upper hand, but not without considerable losses. The leader's angry cursing carried on, but no one else approached this riverbank.
It was only then that the boy carefully stood up and then waved at Chu Mo.