I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 531 - 499. Tomb of All Living Beings
The pitch darkness of the abyss was devoid of light.
Stepping on the ground, moving deeper, Xia Feng found that this place seemed to be a vast snowfield.
Even though his feet trod upon the snowy ground, thick with ice, Xia Feng could still sense countless buried skeletons below, with their years, perhaps billions, of accumulated decay and ominous energy.
It was as if this place was the source of all filth.
The further in he went, the thicker the perennial snow beneath his feet became, and the empty space was filled with the biting, eerie coldness, causing even the sturdy Xia Feng to shiver.
It made Xia Feng wonder, was this place really a forgotten space created by the civil war within the Empire?
Through the Eye of Decompilation, he could clearly see a plethora of skeletons beneath the thick snow—Human Race, Evil Clan, even Dragon Clan...billions upon billions stacked, stretching endlessly.
This was the Tomb of All Living Beings.
He and the woman in the green dress were walking upon it.
Xia Feng looked up into the distance, and through the Eye of Decompilation, he saw that at the end of the snowfield stood a towering snowy mountain, like a silent behemoth in the starry night, grand and vast.
At the same time, this part of the world was shrouded in a thin mist.
The mist faintly glowed purple, repelling the influence of the Evil Demon Heart.
"Is this mist the same as the one on Witch Island?" Xia Feng asked the woman in green, who was walking ahead, with suspicion.
The closer the two of them got to the snowy mountain, the denser the mist became, and the color of the space visibly turned purple.
The mist on Witch Island had been like this before, subtly imbued with Evil Power, yet it was not Evil Power and could not be absorbed by the Evil Demon Heart.
"More or less," Jiang Qiue replied in a calm voice, "You can think of it as a kind of Disaster Poison. Too much contact could lead to infection.
Under this mist, a Disaster Realm similar to Witch Island has been formed, forbidding flight over 5 meters above the ground, prohibiting spatial teleportation, and the operation of Spiritual Particles will be obstructed.
As for the specific effects of the Disaster Poison... if you’re curious, you could try inhaling some of this mist into your belly."
Jiang Qiue held a slip of paper with the character ’Protect’ between her fingertips, burning them one after another, transforming them into a pale red protective barrier that enveloped them both.
Xia Feng carefully sensed it and, indeed, the deeper they went, the more obstructed the operation of Spiritual Particles on the surface of his spirit became.
By now, Xia Feng could already feel that he was unable to use the Spiritual Clothes.
However, it was not a significant issue; he had a robust physique and the Spiritual Artifact, so he wasn’t worried about Jiang Qiue attempting any treachery against him.
In any case, not being able to use Spiritual Clothes meant Jiang Qiue’s combat ability was reduced far more than his own.
Xia Feng’s dark pupils narrowed, focusing on the woman’s solitary figure in the green dress, thoughtfully asking, "So, what exactly happens if one is infected with this Disaster Poison? Will it turn them into a Crying Witch, just like on Witch Island?"
Jiang Qiue shook her head, about to say something when suddenly from the darkness below, a withered white hand burst through the snow, attempting to grasp Xia Feng’s ankle.
Xia Feng reacted swiftly, shifting half a step back like a phantom.
But it was like moles popping up from the ground; at that moment, hundreds, thousands of white hands suddenly stretched out, pressing against the ground with a rustling sound, and eerie human shapes slowly crawled out of the earth.
"Go."
Xia Feng only heard the woman in green utter one word, and when he lifted his head, the woman had already vanished.
Damn it, Xia Feng thought to himself, admiring how skilled this woman was at escaping; he hadn’t even noticed how Jiang Qiue had disappeared.
With no choice, since space-oriented Spiritual Artifacts couldn’t be used in the Disaster Realm, Xia Feng had to activate Vermilion Bird Demon Armor’s fire wings, and he tore through the air, flying frantically ahead.
Due to the prohibition of flying higher than five meters above ground in the Disaster Realm, Xia Feng could only fly at a low altitude. Countless hands reached out from under the snow below him, and ferocious faces howled beneath the translucent ice, triggering his intense fear of crowds as his spirit became hazy.
Whispering in his ear was a dignified and sacred Buddhist chant, which seemed like the wailing of evil spirits: "Infinite Celestial Venerable... Infinite Celestial Venerable..."
Hearing these four words repeat, Xia Feng inexplicably had the strange thought of wanting to plunge into the Snowfield Tomb and integrate with those skeletons, becoming part of them—what bliss that must be...
However, this thought was fleeting.
In a short while, he quickly spotted a snow-covered hill ahead, where a woman in a blue-green dress stood at the peak, throwing out three talismans, each revealing the symbols "Protect," "Strengthen," and "Attract."
Xia Feng immediately felt a force of attraction emanating from the hill, further accelerating his speed.
At the same time, the "Protect" and "Strengthen" talismans merged together, forming a red light barrier, into which Xia Feng collided head-on.
As soon as he landed, the woman in the blue-green dress threw a "Purify" talisman at him.
Xia Feng’s instinct was to dodge, but he stopped himself and let the character sink into his forehead, and the sound of ’Infinite Celestial Venerable’ vanished in an instant.
"This is the effect of the Disaster Realm. The longer you stay in the mist or if you have negative emotions because of the ’existence under the snowfield,’ your consciousness will be gradually ’assimilated,’ fostering the idea of integrating with the ’existence under the snowfield,’ and eventually even taking action," explained Jiang Qiue.
"The existence under the snowfield..." Xia Feng wondered, "You mean those suddenly animated skeletons?"
"Yes and no."
Jiang Qiue tilted her head to look down the hill, where beneath the sea of hands composed of countless reaching arms, numerous skeletons opened their eyes and twisted their hideous heads to look at them, lips curled in a uniform arc.
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Jiang Qiue made a startling statement, "You can think of it as a huge and distorted consciousness formed by the forcible fusion of countless life consciousnesses."
"And this consciousness has only one purpose—to assimilate any invaders into part of itself."
Hearing Jiang Qiue’s explanation, Xia Feng felt his scalp tingle, realizing that any negative emotions could lead to gradual assimilation... This was inescapable. With that thought, the solemn Buddhist chant "Infinite Celestial Venerable..." began to echo in his ears once more.
"I suggest you not think about it, and especially not about the snowfield. That will only produce more negative emotions, making assimilation more likely."
Jiang Qiue’s soft voice brought Xia Feng’s thoughts back to the present, and he couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eye:
"I feel like, if you hadn’t told me so much, I probably wouldn’t have had this many negative emotions."
Seeing his displeased expression, Jiang Qiue felt an inexplicable pleasure, but her face remained stern and cold: "You were the one who asked."
"....."
Fine, fine, so that’s how we’re playing, you sly vixen. Just you wait! Xia Feng mentally noted this down, then smiled and said:
"Well then, you said you wanted me to accompany you to find the Divine Relics, didn’t you? But now we’re trapped. What should we do?"
"We have already found it."
Jiang Qui shook her head and pointed at the hill beneath their feet, "Drop your Dragon Blood here, and we can open the Space Gate."
"Oh?" Xia Feng looked doubtfully at his feet. The small hill was also covered with snow, and there was some kind of seal within the hill body that he couldn’t clearly discern.
So, the Divine Relics that Jiang Qiue wanted were inside the seal?
Jiang Qiue, a person of such cautiousness, was willing to brave such danger to enter this eerie place; the use of the Divine Relics must be extraordinary.
Xia Feng’s thoughts raced; he was already considering a strategy to steal the Divine Relics.
As for the promise of collaboration... The moral condemnation of breaking a promise?
Well, Xia Feng’s moral bottom line was always flexible. Right now, he had no morals.
