The sky above the sword body seemed to be filled with patches. Usually, the sky in different areas was different. This was because the ancient sword's spell formation was resisting the power of the sun. At that moment, the sky above the sword body was pitch black, with only three cracks in the sky. They shone with a piercing red light.
It was as if one could pass through the rifts and enter the sun itself. It was because of these three glowing red lights that, despite the darkness, it was still possible to see clearly.
This was a vast and empty world. What was rare was that there was no sea of flames, no lava, no broken buildings, and no broken mountains. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing. Everything was quiet.
It was as if the silence in this place had lasted for dozens of years. Hence, in this extreme silence, the aura in this place was filled with the smell of death.
Then, a loud boom suddenly echoed in this dead silent world. As the light of teleportation spread out, the surrounding space seemed to distort, and in an instant, three figures staggered out of thin air!
They were none other than Wang Baole and the others, who were still in shock. As soon as they appeared, Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan were the first to collapse. Blood sprayed from their mouths, and they didn't even have time to look around before passing out.
Their Cultivation bases were not yet at the Core Formation stage, and they had already been seriously injured by the gravitational force of the Immortal's cave. Then, they were teleported, and their bodies nearly collapsed. Unable to hold on, they collapsed.
Wang Baole was the only one who remained conscious, coughing up blood and panting heavily. However, he was still able to maintain a certain level of consciousness and battle prowess. Therefore, as soon as Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan passed out, Wang Baole performed an incantation gesture. Immediately, numerous puppets appeared to stand guard in the area.
"The words on the walls of the Immortal's cave are a huge trap!" Wang Baole's face was pale as he looked around. Although the silence and emptiness of this place seemed strange, he could tell that there was no immediate danger. Therefore, he didn't have the time to think about what had just happened. Instead, he produced medicinal pills and hurried over to Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan. After feeding them some medicinal pills, he sat down cross-legged to stand guard over them. At the same time, he also consumed some medicinal pills to heal himself.
It was in this way that an indeterminate amount of time passed. Because there was no spell formation like the sword hilt, which simulated day and night, Wang Baole couldn't really tell how much time had passed. However, based on his estimation, about two days had passed.
After two days of recuperation, he had already recovered ninety percent of his injuries. Zhao Yameng had also regained consciousness a day ago. She didn't say anything. After she woke up, she immediately sat down cross-legged and meditated. With the help of the pills that Wang Baole had given her, she sped up her recovery.
Zhao Yameng was doing a bit better; she had already recovered about half of her injuries. However, Zhuo Yifan's injuries were the most serious. He didn't have a powerful fleshly body like Wang Baole's, nor did he have the incredible powers of regeneration. Therefore, he was still unconscious, and his body was weak. Although he wasn't awake, his breathing was steady, and his injuries were much more stable.
After examining Zhuo Yifan's injuries, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he looked around, his brow furrowed, and deep within his eyes, deep concern could be seen.
As if she could sense Wang Baole's worry, Zhao Yameng opened her eyes from her meditation. She looked around at the empty space around her, and sensed the silence. Her face was pale, and she spoke in a low voice.
"We can't stay here any longer, Baole. Ever since I woke up, I've felt that something was off …. And before …. I didn't deduce all the restrictive spells. If I could have done that earlier, we …." Zhao Yameng's voice was weak and filled with self-reproach. She felt that she wasn't strong enough. If she had been more skilled in spell formations, then perhaps she could have avoided the life-or-death crisis.
"This has nothing to do with you," said Wang Baole with a wry smile. He then told Zhao Yameng about the words he had seen on the walls of the Immortal's Cave. "This has nothing to do with you," he said. "It's probably a curse set up by the master of the Immortal's Cave before he died. It's probably targeted at his greatest enemy. We were just a bit unlucky."
When Zhao Yameng heard this, she took a deep breath. Even though she had experienced the dangers of the Immortal's Cave, when she heard this, her heart still began to pound with fear. She could imagine that if Wang Baole hadn't resisted the temptation and approached the so-called legacy on the wall, then … the three of them wouldn't even have had a chance to escape.
After all, Wang Baole had avoided the stone wall and left the mountain peak. Then, the eruption of the Immortal's Cave had nearly cost them their lives.
"This place is too dangerous. At the same time, we're … too weak." After a moment of silence, Zhao Yameng sighed softly and looked around blankly. Wang Baole fell silent as well. He blamed himself. He felt that he had been too careless. Perhaps his previous experience had been too smooth, so he had thought that even though this place was dangerous, he would still be able to deal with it.
However, the blow of reality caused Wang Baole to take a deep breath very slowly. His entire person became much more solemn. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Yameng, who had been looking blankly at their surroundings, suddenly trembled. Her breathing seemed to have stopped, and her pupils constricted.
"Baole, look over there. There's … someone over there!"
When Wang Baole heard this, he immediately turned his head. When he followed Zhao Yameng's gaze, his heart trembled. A thousand feet away, where the two of them were looking, under the dim light, there was a figure sitting cross-legged in meditation.
They could see that it was a man wearing the robes of the Vast Expanse Dao Palace. He was facing Wang Baole and the other two. He was meditating with his eyes closed, motionless.
Wang Baole's heart raced. A strong sense of danger made his entire body tense up. In the past few days, he had clearly checked the surroundings to ensure that there was no one here.
But now … a figure had appeared without a sound. This person was expressionless, and Wang Baole couldn't sense any signs of life from him. Even with the Dark Art, he couldn't detect any aura of death!
"Neither dead nor alive?" Wang Baole instinctively activated his cultivation. He flipped his right hand, and a seventh-grade Dharmic Armament flying sword appeared in his hand. As it radiated with a sharp light, he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"Senior, the three of us have mistakenly entered this place. Please forgive us for disturbing your cultivation. May I know where this place is? Can you tell us how to leave?" As Wang Baole spoke, his eyes were fixed on the figure. He was extremely alert.
However, Wang Baole's words were like a stone ox thrown into the sea. There was no response. The figure continued to meditate without any expression. His eyes didn't even open. At the same time, he didn't move. Wang Baole frowned. He was about to speak again when he suddenly sensed something from the corner of his eye. He turned his head abruptly, and his expression changed drastically.
In his eyes, he could clearly see that a thousand feet to his right, there was originally nothing there. But now, another figure had appeared, meditating cross-legged. However, it wasn't the same person as before. It was a young man. However, both of them were expressionless. Their auras were neither dead nor alive. It was extremely strange.
"Baole, there's one here too …" While Wang Baole was still in shock, Zhao Yameng also took out her Array Formation treasure. Although this place was strange, Zhao Yameng was no ordinary woman. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Her eyes slowly became calm. As she spoke, Wang Baole immediately turned around and scanned the surroundings. In the span of a few breaths, hundreds of such figures had appeared around them!
There were men and women, old and young. All of them sat cross-legged in meditation. All of them had expressionless faces, and all of them were staring at Wang Baole and the others. All of them seemed to be neither dead nor alive!
The sight of it caused Wang Baole's scalp to go numb. He immediately called out to Little Missy in his mind. He wanted to ask her what exactly this place was, and why it was so bizarre. Every single one of the figures seemed incredibly dangerous to Wang Baole.
However, Little Missy continued to sleep, and didn't respond. Wang Baole was both anxious and helpless. Face grim, he placed the unconscious Zhuo Yifan on his back. When he looked at Zhao Yameng, he could see the determination in Zhao Yameng's eyes.
"Instead of just sitting here and waiting, why don't we go all out and see if we can get out of here?" With that, she performed an incantation gesture, causing the spell formation jade slip to emit a bright light that swirled around them, creating a defensive spell formation. Wang Baole nodded and prepared to charge out with Zhao Yameng.
However, it was at this point that … the hundreds of figures who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation … suddenly opened their eyes!!
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