The two proceeded cautiously.
But it didn’t take long before the ground suddenly trembled violently. The two immediately went on alert, their eyes sweeping around warily.
Then, from the mine shaft they had entered earlier, ink-black mist surged out like a black tide, carrying an oppressively terrifying aura that swept towards them with alarming speed.
In the blink of an eye, two figures stumbled out of the mist in a state of disarray.
Their robes were already shredded.
One’s right arm was twisted grotesquely like a pretzel, while the other had a broken white bone spike lodged in their back, with dark green blood oozing from the wound, releasing a pungent stench of rot.
"Old Xu, now of all times, why aren’t you bringing that thing out? What are you waiting for!"
The figure with the bone spike in their back roared anxiously, veins bulging on their neck, while worm-like lumps squirmed wildly under their skin, as if something was about to burst out.
However, the person with the severed arm looked terrified, eyes wide with fear, having entirely lost their rationale.
Without a second thought, they turned and ran desperately, bone-white filaments bursting out of their seven orifices, swaying in rhythm with their movements, forming a creepy white shroud around them.
Witnessing this, Zhou Qing was utterly shocked, his face filled with horror.
This ancient mine was indeed extraordinary, its horror far exceeding expectations.
In such a short time, it had already driven two Spirit Severing Realm experts to such a desperate state.
In an instant, the two figures sped past them with large areas of black mist trailing behind relentlessly.
Zhou Qing knew the black mist couldn’t see them, but his heart still pounded uncontrollably.
The black mist roared past them, causing Zhou Qing’s pupils to constrict.
He clearly saw countless human-faced moths floating within the dense black fog.
Each moth had a face of a crying baby on its wings, with twisted features and cries echoing in the air, drilling into one’s heart and sending shivers down the spine.
Soon, the two figures stumbled under a nearby jujube tree, leaning against its trunk, panting heavily with their chests heaving.
Then, they frantically took out large amounts of pills from their storage bags and swallowed them desperately.
The black mist swirled around the jujube tree before launching a fierce attack.
In an instant, a cyan light descended from the jujube tree, enveloping the two tightly within it.
The collision of black mist and light gave rise to shrill screams, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.
Moments later, the mist reluctantly dispersed, leaving behind an eerie silence.
Zhou Qing instinctively turned his head to look at No. 6, still visibly shaken.
When you mentioned before that someone at the Perfection of Spirit Severing Realm had fallen here, I thought it was a bit exaggerated. Now, it seems I truly underestimated this place.
No. 6’s gaze was fixed on the two bedraggled figures, as if witnessing such a gruesome scene for the first time, his expression grave.
He then exhaled slowly, saying in a low voice, "This forbidden zone has existed for too long, and this ancient mine isn’t even the most dangerous part."
Hearing this, Zhou Qing was even more astonished.
It seemed that if they managed to get through this mine area, there would be an even more terrifying place ahead.
At the same time, his reverence for the Divine Ruins Celestial Palace grew deeper.
A place , simulated with such fidelity, is truly worthy of something from a long-destroyed Seventh-Level Cultivation Country.
"I’ve found three safe spots in this ancient mine," No. 6 raised his hand, pointing to where the two were healing.
"I came here some time ago and brought a relative along for safety. We sang love songs under the three jujube trees, but there were no more prompts afterwards."
No. 6 added, with a tone full of regret.
Zhou Qing smiled faintly, you can’t always rely on a single trick.
The reason the outside jujube tree helped was that it was the deceitful spirit relic of an ancient entity.
She had spent her life waiting for the little Daoist with a peach wood sword to come for her, so singing love songs worked.
But this didn’t mean that the other jujube trees shared the same uniqueness.
"Let’s move!" No. 6 said nothing further and began to lead Zhou Qing forward again.
The wind howled in their ears, and the surroundings were shrouded in an eerie silence, keeping them on high alert.
After about half an hour, they landed in front of a mine shaft.
As soon as they landed, a strong stench of decay hit them, as if innumerable corpses were rotting inside.
This made Zhou Qing frown, instinctively raising his hand to cover his nose and mouth.
No. 6, slightly embarrassed, said: "I explored this mine shaft quite extensively, gaining some experience. Choosing it was a matter of serendipity; once we’re inside, the smell will be somewhat better."
With that, No. 6 entered first.
Zhou Qing followed closely, and as soon as he stepped in, a chilling cold surged through, piercing his clothes and seeping into his bones, making him shiver uncontrollably.
Zhou Qing realized this was why she favored this place, as her ice-based constitution found the cold of the mine shaft comfortable, like a fish in water.
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As they ventured deeper, the suffocating stench of decay gradually faded, but the air remained damp and stale.