Chapter 1505: Red Mist at the End of God’s Tomb
In the end, this cot fell towards the direction at the end of the Stone Slab Road, erupting in a brilliant fla, then swiftly extinguishing.
"Another Divine Soul!" The Pope exclaid, looking toward the direction where the cot had fallen.
"This is too anomalous! This is already the fifth Divine Soul we’ve seen fall from the Heaven Realm! Normally, it takes many years for just one Divine Soul to co to the God’s Tomb!"
"What major event has happened in the Heaven Realm? How could it suddenly cause so many Demigods to fall?"
In recent days, they had witnessed the souls of five Demigods falling from the Heaven Realm.
And God’s Tomb is rely one resting place for Demigods after death. The souls of those Demigods who committed heinous cris head to Hell for punishnt, and so thods can prevent the souls of Demigods from reaching the Underworld. This ans there may be more than five Demigods fallen during this period.
This indicates there must be so upheaval in the Heaven Realm, causing many Demigods to fall.
"Do you think the King of Hell is in a hurry to refine The Second World—is it also connected to the upheaval in Heaven Realm?" At this mont, Little Rascal suddenly wrinkled his little nose and said seriously.
"Quite possible! Now we Heaven-Sent Ones have grown strong, figures like the God of Slaughter, Sword Emperor, Spirit Demon, Dream Against the Heavens will surely catch the attention of important figures in the Heaven Realm, which can affect the Three Realms. As the strongest figure in the Mortal Realm, the King of Hell surely has his own plans." The Pharaoh nodded.
"No matter what, the most crucial thing for us now is to find a way to revive players all over the world and stop the King of Hell from refining The Second World!" At the forefront, Dao Feng suddenly changed his expression, saying gravely: "It seems like there’s a change ahead, we should be reaching the end of this road, everyone be careful!"
Everyone focused their attention, and sure enough, the Stone Slab Road appeared to have an end, where a red portal stood, exuding a mysterious aura, concealing unknown secrets.
Soon, they rushed to the end of the Stone Slab Road, arriving in front of that red portal.
This red portal was ancient and majestic, emitting a dense red Divine Power aura. At the very center of the portal was an embedding slot, which everyone had seen once before, exactly the embedding slot for a Soul Crystal.
Dao Feng flicked his hand, once again taking out a Soul Crystal, stepping forward to embed it.
"Rumble~" The red portal imdiately emitted a muffled sound and slowly opened.
Dense red mist poured out like water from the crevice of the door, exuding a strong bloody scent, as if countless blood evaporated to form such a red mist.
Inside the portal was a red blur, blocking all visual abilities, unclear about what lay inside.
"The Second World is facing a life-or-death crisis, we don’t have ti to slowly probe, let’s go directly!" Dao Feng turned to everyone, scanning them, then led the charge into the portal, disappearing into the dense red mist.
The others followed suit, one by one being swallowed by that portal, rushing into the area covered by the red mist.
After everyone had entered, a silhouette slowly stepped onto the Stone Slab Road from behind, stopping in front of the red portal.
This person was Sharp Sword!
He followed everyone here, and upon seeing the portal, a faint eager smile appeared on his face, seemingly barely able to contain his inner joy.
The next mont, he also dashed into the red mist within the portal.
Once inside the red mist, everyone felt an overwhelming pressure, even breathing beca very difficult, each step forward required imnse strength.
But nothing could be seen in the foreground, as the red mist was too dense, visibility was extrely low, even reaching out couldn’t see one’s hand, all visual abilities and Perception Attributes failed, like blind individuals, they could only fumble their way forward.
"Whiz~" At this mont, a sharp piercing sound resounded, followed by a player’s muffled groan, then abruptly stopped, as if the player couldn’t say a word before ending.
"What happened?" Dao Feng’s voice echoed through the red mist, "Everyone report your respective situations imdiately!"
"Fuchan Fenrao, safe."
"Thunder God, safe!"
"Dragon Spike, safe!"
"Kid, safe!"
...
Everyone reported their situations, except Dante.
"Dante, are you there? Respond quickly!" Dao Feng’s voice carried a hint of tension.
Yet within the boundless red mist, Dante’s voice remained silent.
"It seems Dante was the one who was killed earlier! Everyone be cautious, use all protective ans, we should have already explored the core area of this tomb." Dao Feng urged.
Following this, everyone utilized various protective asures, heightened their vigilance, and continued forward in the red mist.
"Whiz~" Suddenly, another piercing sound broke through the air, accompanied by a player’s muffled groan, then quickly settled into silence.
"Everyone, report your situations again!" Dao Feng stated gravely.
Everyone reported their situations once more, but this ti, Fuchan Fenrao’s voice didn’t arise.
Clearly, she was the one who t harm.
"Everyone, move towards my voice, hold hands, and proceed forward." Dao Feng thought for a mont and devised a counterasure.
Everyone gathered towards Dao Feng’s voice.
"Dao Feng, where are you? Why haven’t I touched you?"
"Where are you guys? I can’t feel you!"
"It’s odd, your voices are right in front of , but why can’t I touch you?"
For a mont, puzzled voices from the crowd sprang up. They all moved towards Dao Feng’s voice but failed to touch anyone else, it seed only oneself was there within the red mist, voices existed but lacked a physical presence.
"Apparently, there’s sothing supernatural here! We can hear each other’s voices but can’t touch each other’s bodies." Thunder God said gravely, he even used his Divine Artifact, the Pillar of Sea God, extending it wide and long, sweeping around but touching no one.
"This might be about ti!" The Pope suddenly spoke with a hint of speculation in his tone, "Though we seem to have entered that portal together, when precisely aligning ti, there’s a slight difference, so were quicker by a second, so slower by fractions, overall not at the sa instant. Perhaps everyone’s ti is a separate dinsion, in one’s own ti dinsion, only oneself exists, despite being in the sa space. So though we’re all here, placed directly ahead of each other, even overlapping positions, we can’t touch each other because the ti dinsions differ."
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