At this time, Lin Yun already knew that the place destroyed by the beam of light was definitely the valley he had stayed in before, and that beam of light that fell from the sky was undoubtedly the power of the Ancient Gods …
For millions of years, the power of the Ancient Gods had always shrouded that valley, but because the soul fragment had always been buried underground, that power had never erupted. Now that he had taken that soul fragment and fused it with another soul fragment, it naturally triggered the terrifying power that shrouded the valley. Now, under the eruption of this terrifying power, the entire valley was instantly destroyed …
Think about it …
A valley with a radius of several thousand meters was destroyed by this power. If he was still in the valley, he would have already turned into ashes, right?
Too terrifying …
Lin Yun turned around with some lingering fear. He suppressed the shock in his heart and began to re-examine everything in front of him …
This was a black plain, boundless, and covered in thick fog. Even with the Eagle's Vision, he could barely see less than fifty meters in front of him …
'How could I be so unlucky …' Lin Yun frowned. The Fortune Box was so annoying, because you never knew where the next transmission would send you.
Just like this black plain in front of him, it was simply like seeing a ghost. It was boundless, shrouded in fog, and it was impossible to tell the direction. Ten people would get lost if they walked in here.
'Hold on …'
'Black plain …'
As Lin Yun thought of this, he was suddenly startled …
A boundless black plain, shrouded in fog all year round …
'Could this be the Traces of Misfortune?'
'No way …' As this thought appeared, Lin Yun was stunned.
'Isn't the legendary Traces of Misfortune like this?'
'This … Isn't this a bit too unlucky?'
'Wasn't the reason why I brought Leon Merlin along to avoid the Traces of Misfortune?'
In the end, it turned out that he had delivered himself to the door …
'This is really troublesome …'
Lin Yun 'expression was somewhat unsightly. The Traces of Misfortune was known as the scar of the Tulan Mountain Range. This was a truly cursed land. This was a boundless black wasteland shrouded in poisonous fog all year round. If an ordinary person came in contact with it, they would rot and die. Even ordinary mages and swordsmen wouldn't dare to stay in this poisonous fog for too long with their mana and Aura, or their mana and Aura would be corroded by this poisonous fog.
To resist this poisonous fog, one had to be at least a High Mage or an Expert Swordsman. Only powerhouses of that level could rely on their mana and Aura to resist the invasion of the poisonous fog.
Six hundred years ago, the Black Tower at its peak made an attempt to conquer the canyon known as the cursed land.
At that time, the Gaugass Battlemages had yet to separate from the Black Tower. That was the Black Tower's peak. In the entire Andalusia, it could be considered a first-rate force. The Black Tower had two Heaven Rank powerhouses, as well as a dozen Archmages and over a hundred High Mages. This kind of power could sweep through all of Okland.
However, even such a Black Tower suffered an unimaginable blow after stepping into the Traces of Misfortune …
At first, their advance was very smooth. The Black Tower's luxurious lineup swept through the entire Traces of Misfortune, crushing everything from the south to the east. Countless powerful magic beasts fell to the bombardment of the Black Tower's spells. Every day, the reports of the battles would fall like snowflakes to Okland. All of Okland was shaken by the Black Tower.
But …
Just as the Black Tower thought that the unconquered Traces of Misfortune would be conquered by the Black Tower, a disaster descended. All kinds of magic beasts started appearing in the Traces of Misfortune, increasing in number and strength. It was like a tide, coming wave after wave. At first, the Black Tower was just like before, carrying out a crushing sweep. But soon, the Black Tower discovered that it was different this time. These magic beasts that suddenly appeared could never be completely eliminated. No matter how many they killed, as long as they took a breather, more magic beasts would appear in the surroundings. They were even fiercer, even more powerful, and even more fearless.
That was the most desperate battle in the history of the Black Tower.
Several dozen High Mages sacrificed themselves in that battle. Six Archmages died on the spot, and a Heaven Rank powerhouse was seriously injured, falling a hundred years later. That battle not only greatly damaged the Black Tower's strength, but it also sowed the seeds of the Black Tower's split three hundred years later.
It only took three months for the Black Tower to withdraw from the Traces of Misfortune and seal all the information. Apart from the Black Tower itself, no one knew what they had encountered in the Traces of Misfortune.
The Black Tower's actions made the Traces of Misfortune even more mysterious. Over six hundred years had passed, but no force in the entire Kingdom of Andalusia had dared to challenge the Traces of Misfortune.
This was the Traces of Misfortune, a cursed black wasteland.
'How could I be so unlucky …' Lin Yun scratched his cheek, wondering what was going on.
It didn't seem that he was unlucky. He could escape unscathed when the power of an Ancient God burst out, so this kind of luck couldn't be considered unlucky.
But if he was lucky, entering the Traces of Misfortune in a random teleportation was considered good luck, then there wouldn't be any unlucky people in this world.
'Fortunately, it's not too late …' Lin Yun calculated the time. There were still ten years before that terrifying Spirit Controller would awaken. In other words, he wouldn't be as unlucky as the Black Tower, encountering an endless tide of magic beasts and ending up in a situation where even a Heaven Rank powerhouse had no choice but to fall.
This was the only good news for Lin Yun.
'I hope the book didn't record the time wrong.' Lin Yun tightened his grip on the Doom Staff and softly chanted a Light incantation. With the help of that soft light, he started moving through the poisonous fog towards the north of the Traces of Misfortune.
That was the direction of the Tulan Mountain Range.
At this time, Lin Yun understood why the Traces of Misfortune were called the Cursed Land. This place was truly full of danger. In a short hour, Lin Yun encountered at least seven battles. On average, he would encounter one every ten minutes. This kind of frequency was unimaginable in other places.
But this was normal in the Traces of Misfortune. All kinds of magic beasts were hidden in the poisonous fog. They had been tortured by the poison and hunger to the point that they had gone crazy. They would immediately attack if they sensed the aura of a living person.
Moreover, the magic beasts that could survive in the Traces of Misfortune were all winners of the law of the jungle. They had survived the attack of the poisonous fog, survived the fight between the strong and the weak, and even survived the madness of their own kind under the torture of hunger. Their fighting strength was far more terrifying than ordinary magic beasts.
Even with Lin Yun's strength, it was extremely difficult to walk in this wasteland shrouded in poisonous fog.
"Boom, boom, boom …" Lin Yun already didn't remember how many Flame Bursts he had released. The Ten Thousand Spell Wheel was floating above his head like a bright moon, and mysterious magic runes were like a tide surging around the Ten Thousand Spell Wheel. Spells flew everywhere, runes splashed everywhere, and one magic leopard after another fell at Lin Yun's feet.
And in front of Lin Yun was a Level 30 Magic Leopard King.
That Magic Leopard King was at least a meter tall and four meters long. Its black fur was like the highest quality black satin, and even in the gloomy environment of the Traces of Misfortune, a black luster would appear from time to time. Its fist-sized red eyes were staring at Lin Yun, filled with killing intent and madness.
The Magic Leopard King's speed was extremely shocking. Even if Lin Yun used Haste, he still wouldn't be able to keep up with its abnormal speed. It was like a bolt of lightning, and if he wasn't careful, he would be able to get close to it. Its sharp claws could easily break through Ice Walls, and a light attack could tear apart flesh.
At the start of the battle, Lin Yun made a mistake.
His Flame Flash was a split second too slow.
In that split second, the Magic Leopard King circled behind Lin Yun and clawed down.
Fortunately, Lin Yun reacted fast enough.
Realizing that his Flame Flash was too slow, he cast an Ice Fire Shield and used it to block that claw.
But even so …
The Magic Leopard King's sharp claws instantly tore through the Ice Shield, making Lin Yun, who had used Flame Flash with great difficulty, break out in a cold sweat. If that claw fell on his body, even if Lin Yun had Ten Thousand Spells Body Guard and had all kinds of defensive spells cast on his body, he would still be torn apart by the Magic Leopard King in an instant.
This was the most difficult battle Lin Yun had encountered since entering the Traces of Misfortune.
Over a hundred Magic Leopards were surrounding him from all directions, and there was even a Level 30 Magic Leopard King covetously glaring at him.
Fortunately, it was Lin Yun.
The Ten Thousand Spell Wheel burst with all its power under Anderfa's control, and all kinds of spells never stopped. A Star Gem and an Elemental Amber dimmed during this battle. Lin Yun estimated that it would take at least a day for this True Spirit Magic Tool to recover its former power.
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