Buzz——!
The profound, viscous darkness that seed capable of devouring all light, seeped out from Fang Qingyu’s body like a living entity, instantly enveloping him and the Jiang Wei in his arms!
[Eternal Night Curtain]!
The Origin Power of the Candlebearer was in full operation!
The two of them appeared to lt into the shadows of the cave wall, their breath, figures, temperature... all signs of life were perfectly concealed by this power stemming from the Dark Origin.
Fang Qingyu held Jiang Wei as if they were ghosts walking the crevice of reality, stepping onto the path Su Wanqing had taken.
The dark vision, under the blessing of [Night Veiling], was astonishingly clear.
The tunnel was in ruins, everywhere were the evidences of it being forcibly crushed and torn by the enormous body of a snake.
The air was thick with a strong sulfuric sll mixed with the distinct anxious and violent stench of the snake.
Fang Qingyu moved silently in the absolute darkness, as quick as a specter, yet unerringly steady.
There was no need for a map anymore.
With that Earth Elent traitor around, the map was already a useless sheet of paper.
The current goal was singular.
Advance towards the most violently shaking, energetically chaotic core depth!
Where there was the most upheaval, lay the battlefield!
Ti lost its aning in the dark.
Perhaps it was a few hours, perhaps longer.
Fang Qingyu, holding Jiang Wei, traversed, snuck, and climbed through the labyrinth-like broken passageways and enormous cavities.
It wasn’t as if they hadn’t encountered wandering corpse ghosts along the way.
But under the absolute concealnt of the [Eternal Night Curtain], those monsters were as unaware of the pair right under their noses as if they were blind.
The terrain sloped constantly downward.
The air beca scorching and viscous, tinged with a nauseating sweet and rancid sll of corpse rot and sulfur, interwoven with a faint... heart-wrenching remnant of white light?
Su Wanqing’s power!
Fang Qingyu’s spirits lifted, following that thread of almost dissipated white light, his speed increased again.
Finally, the passage ahead reached its end.
Beneath his feet, was a dark abyss too deep to see!
Currents of scorching air, mixed with a rich stench of rot, welled up from below, making Fang Qingyu’s combat suit ripple noisily.
The gigantic sound of a heartbeat, like ancient war drums, reverberated from the abyssal depths, vibrating until one’s chest tingled.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Fang Qingyu clutched Jiang Wei tightly, sticking to the edge of the cold rocky wall.
Bending down, he focused intently on looking downwards.
[Eyes of True Sight]!
[Crisis Perception]!
Fully activated!
The Night Veiling, wrapped in the Eternal Night Curtain, pierced through the dense miasma swirling below.
The space below was not entirely pitch-black. A massive, wide corridor like an underground plaza unfolded in the field of vision.
The moss that emitted a ghostly white light on the corridor had long been completely subrged.
In its place was an endless sea of... Corpse Seed Life Ghosts!
Rotting Corpse Dogs, Shuffling Corpse Puppets, Bone-piercing Corpse Guards... even more grotesque never-seen-before mutated Corpse Ghosts!
They were layered upon each other, pressing together, their decaying limbs entangled, with their pale eyes filled only with pure hunger and madness, extending like a boiling ocean of corpses to the very end of sight!
Pools of foul blood and mucus ford into rivers, slowly flowing through the gaps between the corpses, exuding a suffocating stench.
This was no corridor.
But a hellish plain made of writhing bones and decaying flesh!
And at the very core of this sea of corpses, stood a soul-chilling existence!
It was a towering figure forcibly amalgamated and piled up from countless corpses!
Over ten ters high, like a bloated mountain of rotting flesh and bones!
It lacked a distinct head, where the head should be, was a massive turbid, throbbing crimson tumor!
The tumor’s surface was covered with thick, gnarled dark purple blood vessels, with two gaping slits at the center, revealing two gigantic, cold vertical pupils burning with the eerie light of a blood moon!
The blood moon’s vertical pupils slowly turned, cold, indifferent, scanning all before it with the absolute Will of one who gazes upon ants.
There it was.
Matching the image from the forum.
Molting Level Life Ghost, the Carrion Sovereign!
And directly in front of this terrifyingly oppressive Carrion Sovereign, less than a hundred ters away.
Four figures were pinned in place, unmoving!
Su Wanqing!
The serene and sacred purifying white light surrounding her was now extrely dim, flickering unsteadily like a candle in the wind over her and the three beside her.
The absolute beauty of her face bore an unprecedented gravity and weariness, biting her lip as if striving to maintain sothing.
Beside her were three figures with deep, profound auras, yet similarly trapped.
An elderly man in a plain gray robe, gaunt features, eyes like deep ancient wells, with a rhythmic flow of water around him.
A burly old man, as sturdy as a mountain, arms with muscle like ancient tree roots, with a white beard that bristled, exuding a formidable aura like cracking mountains even in stillness.
Lastly, a middle-aged man in a simple white robe, possessing an elegant deanor yet with the dignified aura of long-held authority, bearing a faint resemblance to Su Wanqing in his brow, his face ghastly pale, evidently exhausted.
The number matched the predictions.
Excluding the Earth Ability User, there were exactly four.
But now, the four of them were like moths ensnared by an invisible web, trapped in an extrely thin dark red force field cage projected by the Carrion Sovereign’s blood moon vertical pupils!
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