"Can this coffin lid only be opened by those in the Spirit Severing Realm?" Zhou Qing’s face was flushed with effort as he asked.
Second Uncle replied, "Pretty much, but with some methods, even those in the Divinity Transformation Realm can open it."
"So you can’t push it open?" Zhou Qing looked at him, full of doubt.
Second Uncle said, "What a joke, how could I not open it? It’s just that we came together, why shouldn’t you put in some effort."
Do you think I wanted to come?
Clearly, you forced me to come along.
But at this moment, Zhou Qing didn’t bother to argue; the immediate priority was to open the coffin.
With both putting in their full effort, the heavy coffin lid was finally pushed open, making a dull sound.
Just then, three enormous Corpse Wax Crows emerged from the darkness, their eyes flickering with eerie glints, staring intently at the two.
Second Uncle reacted swiftly, grabbing Zhou Qing and leaping down immediately.
Simultaneously, the coffin lid closed with a thunderous bang right as the Corpse Wax Crows descended.
Like last time, Zhou Qing felt his body plummeting rapidly, the wind howling past his ears, resembling ghostly wails and wolf howls.
Fortunately, having the prior experience, he struggled to keep his eyes open.
As he looked around, the scenery below gradually became clearer.
Unlike the third coffin that showcased a fiery purgatory with molten lava and erupting volcanoes, accompanied by a colossal crow skeleton,
the sight under the first coffin was a chaotic, hazy world.
Thick grey fog churned below like dense ink, occasionally illuminated by wisps of ghostly green light flashing through.
"Uncle, have you been here before?" Zhou Qing asked.
Second Uncle replied, "Of course, but the restrictions below were too many, and I wasn’t familiar with this field, so I opted for the third coffin."
Zhou Qing nodded, quickly furrowing his brow.
Second Uncle chuckled, "Feeling familiar? The Wandering Souls from the Gravity Zone come out from here. This coffin world is indeed the Soul Realm."
Zhou Qing’s eyes widened instantly.
As they descended swiftly, they noticed the ground was covered with fragments of white-gray stones, emanating a strong chill.
Surrounding them was dense grey fog, reducing visibility to less than five meters.
In the fog, various faint sounds seemed to echo, as if whispering or crying.
The sounds twisted and reverberated in the fog, sending chills down their spines.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, dozens of semi-transparent Wandering Souls with twisted faces surged from the grey fog, screeching sharply as they attacked Second Uncle.
Second Uncle coldly snorted, his Spiritual Power burst forth, instantly shattering the approaching Wandering Souls, turning them into dust and dissipating.
"Just a few Nascent Soul Realm Wandering Souls..."
Before he finished, the grey fog swirled like stirred by an unseen force, more Wandering Souls rushed in from all directions, howling towards Second Uncle.
"Young man, don’t say I never gave you a chance. Practicing against these Nascent Soul Realm Wandering Souls is rare! Make the most of it, show me your prowess!"
Second Uncle suddenly let out a ghostly smile, then a talisman appeared in his hand and he affixed it to his forehead.
Instantly, Second Uncle’s figure became ethereal, blending into the surrounding fog, leaving only a transparent humanoid outline.
The Wandering Souls, now without a target, wandered aimlessly, screeching sharply. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥
Zhou Qing cursed silently, immediately preparing for combat.
But in the next moment, the Wandering Souls seemed to ignore Zhou Qing entirely, retreating back into the fog once they couldn’t find Second Uncle.
This bizarre scene left Second Uncle stunned, unable to react for a long while.
How can they not see such a large living person?
Zhou Qing suddenly realized that his Talent Skill [Lowering Presence] must have activated.
It reached LV4 (78/100), meaning there was a 78% chance that beings in the Nascent Soul Realm, regardless of early or Great Perfection stage, would overlook him.
Facing Second Uncle’s puzzled gaze, Zhou Qing could only shrug innocently, indicating he was equally clueless.
Second Uncle removed the talisman from his forehead, the surrounding fog churned again, and the Wandering Souls returned, howling as they charged.
He immediately reaffixed the talisman, becoming ethereal and blending into the fog.
The Wandering Souls circled Zhou Qing, emitting disgruntled murmurs, then reluctantly dispersed.
"Tomb Guardian Beast, you must have been a Tomb Guardian Beast in your past life!"
Second Uncle couldn’t help but shout, filled with shock and disbelief.
From the first time bringing this lad to the Blood River, he adeptly placed three Dead Crows on his shoulders and forehead.
Now, even these Wandering Souls appear indifferent towards him.
If they were blind, why could they only see me?
He immediately approached, closely observing Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing felt uneasy under Second Uncle’s scrutiny, his face growing red with embarrassment, filled with slight guilt. Stammeringly, he said, "Uncle, can you give me one of those Invisibility Talismans? I’m scared."