In every sense, it was a homecoming.
One was for Su Qi himself, as this small town was the very site of the instance he had experienced before, with all sorts of demons inside that he had not yet actually met but certainly felt a sense of old acquaintances returning.
The second was for the Spiritual Eyes, which also obtained the Evil God’s Eye right here, and furthermore, many changes had been born from this place, turning it already into the backyard of the Abyss.
This feeling was comfortable, not a proactive thought from Su Qi, but rather a sensation from the Origin of this power.
Simply put, upon entering this place, others would feel their scalp tingle and unwittingly experience a chill spreading throughout their body.
Moreover, under the Pollution, their minds would continuously hear all sorts of weird, Twisted whispers, constantly losing sanity points until they collapsed.
Being here didn’t exactly feel like a breath of fresh spring air, but at least it was maximum comfort.
Everything here was a stir in the Abyss, making the poisonous arsenic that others feared completely different in front of him.
When the eerie chill wind struck, it was like a refreshing gust of air conditioning on a hot day.
The hoarse murmurs around him, compared to the Evil God, were like coquettish whining.
And then there was... the Pollution Power that countless feared, Su Qi even felt his affinity for Pollution Power—these pollutions would not affect his spirit at all; instead, with a light touch from him, the power of Pollution seemed to dance along.
"Damn, I’ve really become an Abyss believer."
Su Qi whispered inwardly.
Of course, this was just a jest; Su Qi knew well why this was happening. The part of the rampaging Evil God’s power within him had already begun to subtly emanate.
This was not a good thing.
The closer the Abyss’s power was to him, the more it meant that he could barely suppress this portion of power and was becoming more like the Evil God.
Now, he was like a keg of gunpowder, or perhaps a Puppet, the next outbreak would inevitably be the last.
However, Su Qi never worried.
He had naturally been planning his trump cards against it for a long time, ready for whatever might happen.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The group soared over the streets, and at this moment, the endless end ahead finally began to change.
"That’s the exit, let’s go," Chenxing said calmly.
The so-called Lost Hell here, given the current Strength, was nothing to them.
"This is just the beginning, like a... threshold on the periphery of Demon Land, only by passing it will we truly enter Demon Land."
Chenxing casually spoke.
"Moreover, it seems our luck is not too good."
He reached out his hand and picked up the Jade used for contact before.
"The path we’ve taken is the most roundabout, and the Twisted distance is also long, we’ve spent a bit too much time here, which results in us being the slowest."
Anyone entering the Lost Land, if not following it closely like them, would most likely encounter various different scenes, naturally, as the Pollution on the periphery was approximately the same concentration, the strength of the Weird encountered was roughly the same.
They had already left the long street behind them, with the street directly Twisted and vanishing from sight, surrounding by interlocking Lost Fragments once more.
But this time, everyone could feel something different.
"Brother Su... can you feel it?" Jiang Zhi’s complexion slightly darkened: "The Pollution here is more severe, and..."
He lowered his head, his ears twitched, and spoke in a deep voice: "The whispers are more pronounced, we must constantly be careful not to be affected, otherwise... our spiritual power will be reduced."
And everyone else felt this, their expressions showing no surprise.
Chenxing then turned his head gently and looked at everyone calmly.
"The closer we get to the inside, the stronger the Pollution Power will be, and the greater the impact on our spiritual power, I just need you to do one thing."
"That is, after being affected, no matter what weirdness or illusions you see, do not act brashly but instead focus on our own Divinity."
Chenxing’s tone, although increasingly calm, carried a hint of sharpness.
"Of course, as we approach the core, even the Divinity, even that of the Divine Race’s God’s Son... will be affected and can’t be trusted."
"Divinity isn’t omnipotent; it’s just not now, then... besides some other methods, what’s more important is relying on your own Will and spiritual power..."
Lu Fan and Rab swallowed hard, a hint of retreat in their hearts: "Can we go that far?"
They were actually already somewhat affected by now, after all, the two of them were just Ordinary adventurers who had stumbled into this luxury chariot, thinking it was an opportunity, but now they found they couldn’t keep up at all.
The two of them could hear many hoarse whispers already appearing by their ears, unsettling, fear involuntarily spreading in their hearts.
Although they hadn’t seen anything of major impact, they felt panicked, doubting their ability to go much further.
"You two..." Ah Qie also noticed them: "If it’s really too much, you can stay here."
"Indeed, your Strength can’t keep up," Chenxing looked around: "This place is already enough for your exploration, with Ancient Battlefield Fragments from the Sky Dome merging in, more Fragments will be poured here."
"And the light points that pour out are no longer the previously defective, consumable ones, they are complete relics, scenes; whatever fortune you get is up to your own fate."