Chapter 499: All Living Beings’ Grave
The Black Abyss was completely dark, with no light.
But as Xia Feng walked deeper into the land, he discovered that this place seemed to be a snowfield.
His footsteps crunched on the snow. Even through the thick ice and snow, Xia Feng could still feel the countless buried bones beneath the snow surface, and the decaying, malevolent aura that had accumulated for hundreds of millions of years.
It was as if this place was the source of all filth.
The deeper they went, the thicker the perpetually frozen snow underfoot became, and the air was filled with a bone-chilling coldness, making even the physically strong Xia Feng shiver.
This made Xia Feng suspicious: was this place truly a lost space created by the Imperial Civil War?
Because through his Eye of Deconstruction, he clearly saw the countless, dense bones beneath the thick snow. There were humans, Nightmare Clan members, and even Dragon Clan members, piled up in the hundreds of millions, stretching as far as the eye could see.
This was All Living Beings’ Grave.
He and the woman in the green dress were walking on it.
Xia Feng looked up. Through his Eye of Deconstruction, he also saw that at the end of the snowfield stood a majestic snow mountain, resembling a silent, colossal beast in the starry sky, magnificent and vast.
At the same time, a faint mist drifted through this land.
The mist had a faint purple hue and was repelled by the Calamity Demon Heart.
“Is this mist the same as the mist on Witch Island?” Xia Feng asked, following behind the woman in the green dress.
As they moved closer to the snow mountain, the mist grew denser, and the color of the space visibly turned purple.
It was similar to the mist on Witch Island before, faintly carrying an aura of Calamity Force, but it wasn’t Calamity Force itself, so the Calamity Demon Heart couldn’t absorb it.
“Close enough,” Jiang Qiue said calmly. “You can think of it as a kind of Calamity Poison. If you come into contact with too much of it, you might get infected.
Under the shroud of this mist, a Disaster Realm similar to Witch Island has formed. Within this realm, hovering more than 5 meters above the ground is prohibited, flying is impossible, and spatial teleportation is forbidden. Even the operation of Spirit Particles will be hindered.
As for the specific effects of the Calamity Poison… if you’re interested, you can try inhaling this mist.”
Jiang Qiue held talismans labeled ‘Guard’ between her fingertips, burning them one by one, transforming them into faint red protective shields that enveloped them.
Xia Feng carefully sensed it. Indeed, the deeper they went, the more obstructed the operation of Spirit Particles on his soul’s surface became.
At this point, Xia Feng already felt he couldn’t use his Spirit Robe.
However, it wasn’t a big deal. He still had his powerful physique and Spirit Artifacts, so he wasn’t afraid of Jiang Qiue playing any tricks on him.
Moreover, to be honest, if he couldn’t use his Spirit Robe, Jiang Qiue’s combat strength would be reduced far more than his.
Xia Feng narrowed his black eyes, staring at the indifferent back of the woman in the green dress, and mused, “So, if one gets infected by this land’s Calamity Poison, what will happen? Will they also turn into a Crying Witch like on Witch Island?”
Jiang Qiue shook her head and was about to say something when a withered white hand suddenly erupted from the snow under their feet, attempting to grab Xia Feng’s ankle.
Xia Feng reacted swiftly, his body moving like a ghost, retreating half a step.
But the snow seemed like a groundhog popping its head out. At that moment, hundreds and thousands of white hands suddenly emerged, pressing onto the ground, and with a rustling sound, eerie humanoid figures slowly crawled out of the earth.
“Go.”
Xia Feng only heard the woman in the green dress utter a single word. When he looked up, she had already vanished.
“Damn it!” Xia Feng was fed up. This woman had so many escape methods, he didn’t even realize how Jiang Qiue disappeared.
There was no other option. Spatial Spirit Artifacts couldn’t be used within the Disaster Realm, so Xia Feng had no choice but to activate the fire wings of his Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor and fly forward madly.
Because hovering more than 5 meters above the ground was prohibited within the Disaster Realm, he could only fly at low altitude. Countless hands emerged from the snow layer beneath his feet, and ferocious human faces roared from beneath the semi-transparent ice, triggering Xia Feng’s intense fear of density and causing him to fall into a trance. The solemn and sacred chanting of Buddhist scriptures, or the evil, wailing chorus of ghosts, faintly echoed in his ears: “Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate… Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate…”
Hearing this repeated four-character phrase, Xia Feng inexplicably felt a strange desire to fall into the embrace of the snowfield’s grave, to become one with those bones and be part of them. That must be very blissful.
However, this thought flashed by and was gone.
After a while, he soon saw a snow-covered hill ahead. The woman in the green dress stood on the hilltop and threw out three talismans, which displayed the words “Strong Guard,” “Enhance,” and “Attract” respectively.
Xia Feng immediately felt a force pulling him from the hill, further accelerating his speed.
At the same time, the “Strong Guard” and “Enhance” talismans merged, forming a fiery red light membrane, and Xia Feng plunged into it.
As soon as he landed, the woman in the green dress threw him a “Purify” talisman.
Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he stopped himself and allowed the character to enter his forehead. The “Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate” in his ears instantly dissipated.
“This is the effect of the Disaster Realm. The longer you stay in the mist, or the more negative emotions are generated by the ‘existence beneath the snowfield,’ the more your consciousness will be gradually ‘assimilated,’ leading to the desire to merge with the ‘existence beneath the snowfield,’ and finally even acting upon it.”
“The existence beneath the snowfield…” Xia Feng asked in confusion, “Are you referring to those corpses that suddenly came alive?”
“Yes and no.”
!
Jiang Qiue turned her head and looked down from the hilltop. Beneath the sea of hands formed by countless people, countless corpses opened their eyes, twisted their ugly heads, and looked at the two of them, their lips curled into a uniform arc.
“This snowfield is, in itself, a consciousness entity,”
Jiang Qiue’s words were astonishing. “You can understand it as a colossal and deformed consciousness entity formed by the forceful fusion of countless life consciousnesses.”
“And this consciousness entity has only one purpose: to assimilate intruders into itself.”
After hearing Jiang Qiue’s explanation, Xia Feng’s scalp tingled. As long as there were negative emotions, one would be gradually assimilated… this thing was unsolvable. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but hear the solemn and sacred Buddhist chant in his ears again: “Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate…”
“I suggest you don’t think about it, let alone think about anything related to the snowfield. Doing so will only generate more negative emotions and make you easier to assimilate.”
Jiang Qiue’s quiet voice brought Xia Feng’s thoughts back. His eye corner couldn’t help but twitch:
“I think if you hadn’t told me so much, I might not have had so many negative emotions.”
Seeing his displeased expression, Jiang Qiue felt inexplicably pleased, but her face remained solemn and indifferent. “You were the one who asked.”
“…”
Fine, fine, fine, so you want to play like this, green-haired fox, just you wait! Xia Feng made a mental note of Jiang Qiue and smiled:
“Alright then, didn’t you say you wanted me to help you find a God Relic? But now we’re trapped, what do you propose we do?”
“We have already found it.”
Jiang Qiue shook her head and pointed at the hill under their feet. “If you drip your Dragon Blood onto this place, you can activate the space gate.”
“Oh?” Xia Feng looked at the hill under his feet in confusion. This small hill was also covered in snow, and there was some kind of seal within the mountain that he couldn’t clearly see.
That is to say, the God Relic that Jiang Qiue wanted was inside the seal?
Jiang Qiue, such a cautious person, was willing to risk such danger to enter this eerie place. The function of this God Relic must be extraordinary.
Xia Feng’s mind raced, and he began to consider a plan to snatch the God Relic.
As for the promise of working together… the moral condemnation of breaking a promise?
Well, Xia Feng’s moral bottom line had always been flexible and ever-changing. He had no morals right now.
