Without Cecilia and her group of burdens, Han Shuo galloped towards the depths of the Tarrag Canyon. Along the way, more and more magical beasts swarmed past him, and high-level magical beasts could be seen everywhere.
However, when Han Shuo arrived at the area where the mystical demons had stopped, he could no longer see a single magical beast. There was a strange smell in that area where no magical elements could be sensed, giving off an extremely fishy feeling.
After surveying his surroundings, Han Shuo saw tens of thousands of footprints of magical beasts. Apart from that, there wasn't much useful information. Previously, his consciousness had sensed several powerful auras inside, which made Han Shuo understand that the people inside had the strength to threaten his life.
However, without any burdens around him, Han Shuo believed that with his current strength, even if he couldn't deal with the people inside, as long as he wasn't surrounded, it shouldn't be too much of a problem for him to escape unscathed. It was precisely because of this confidence that Han Shuo dared to venture deep into the canyon alone.
He didn't stay outside for long. That bizarre power that could keep out the mystical demons didn't have much effect on an expert of Han Shuo's level. With a sway of his body, Han Shuo easily passed through the liquid-like defense and entered. Following the senses of his consciousness, he continued to venture deeper.
Not long after Han Shuo entered, the State Preceptor of the Verdun Imperial Court, Statholme, also arrived at the area where Han Shuo was standing. The old monster, Statholme, had been muttering to himself along the way, only stopping when he arrived at the spot where Han Shuo had just stood. "Eh?"
With a soft 'eh' sound, the old demon clearly sensed a power that could stop an ordinary person. With a wave of his hand, his elegant left hand gently pressed against the void, as if he was pushing open an invisible door. Soon after, his ghost-like body drifted in, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Not long after the old monster, Statholme, arrived a skinny old man with two long white eyebrows that extended to his neck. At the periphery of that area, a bolt of lightning pierced through the invisible defense like a sharp sword, allowing him to barge in.
Immediately after, a graceful and dignified lady, her body wrapped in layers of misty water vapor, also easily passed through the defense and entered.
One after another, the four of them ventured deep into that strange area. Behind them, several other adventurer teams and experts who believed themselves to be strong also arrived. They were similarly filled with great curiosity about the situation inside. However, they were forcibly blocked by that strange defense. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break through the defense, and could only sigh helplessly.
Han Shuo, who was the first to enter, carefully concealed the aura on his body. His immense consciousness switched from overflowing to retracting. Instead of charging straight in like before, he first enveloped his own body, then used the shadows of some towering trees as hiding spots, and unhurriedly ventured deeper.
This was a space devoid of elemental energy. Even the oxygen was very thin. Using his exquisite control over his physical body, Han Shuo closed all the pores on his body. His heartbeat and breathing stopped at the same time, and his demonic yuan slowly circulated around the demonic infant. With this, unless one could see Han Shuo with their own eyes, even those with great strength would not be able to detect Han Shuo's presence with their astonishing perception.
The path was littered with the severed limbs of magical beasts, and the blood of magical beasts of various colors spilled all over the ground. Judging from the severed limbs, the magical beasts that had died in this area were all high-level magical beasts of the second rank and above. Severed limbs of high-level magical beasts like giant dragons could also be seen everywhere.
Without thinking too much, Han Shuo immediately understood that the tragic deaths of these high-level magical beasts were the reason why all the magical beasts in the depths of Tarrag Canyon were frantically fleeing. Without the tragic deaths of so many high-level magical beasts, the magical beasts that had always resided in the depths of Tarrag Canyon would not have left this place at all costs.
What exactly happened in there? Han Shuo grew even more curious.
Relying on the trees and shrubs as natural cover, Han Shuo walked unhurriedly for more than ten minutes before he finally reached the depths of Tarrag Canyon. Then, a large, clear lake came into Han Shuo's sight.
The lake was as flat as a mirror, and the water was clean, without a single ripple. However, the surroundings of the large, dark blue lake were littered with the corpses of high-level magical beasts. These magical beasts had died horribly, and not a single corpse was left intact.
The large lake in the center was quiet and clear. The dark blue lake was like a large flat sapphire, emitting resplendent colors under the gentle rays of the sun. However, the appearance of this beautiful lake and the many corpses of high-level magical beasts by the lakeside gave off an extremely jarring and awkward feeling.
Han Shuo hid in the luxuriant foliage of a large tree. He narrowed his eyes and looked down at the large lake in the distance.
In the center of the large, dark blue lake, there was a small, flat island. Many humanoid creatures that Han Shuo had never seen before stood densely around the island. Each and every one of them had solemn expressions on their faces, and were worshipping a tall, pointy structure that looked like an altar in the center of the island.
If it weren't for their light green skin, if it weren't for their tails that resembled pythons, if it weren't for the sharp horns growing from their foreheads to the nape of their necks, Han Shuo might have mistaken them for humans.
However, with these three characteristics, Han Shuo would never treat them as humans no matter what. Strange buzzing sounds that sounded like galls came from the mouths of these humanoids as they kowtowed to the tall, pointy altar at the center of the island.
This altar was somewhat similar to the Magic Towers that mages often used. On the pointy altar, there were many smelly hearts of magical beasts, as well as bright and clean magical beast cores. Four of these humanoid creatures, who had a row of five sharp horns growing from their foreheads to the nape of their necks, stood at the four corners of the altar like leaders. They spoke in a strange language that resembled the buzzing of insects as they threw hundreds of magical beasts' hearts and magical beast cores into a large, headless, and disgusting mouth covered in thick mucus at the center of the altar.
The four creatures with five sharp horns on their heads were the experts that Han Shuo had sensed earlier. After coming into close contact with them, Han Shuo could sense their terrifying auras even if he didn't use his divine sense to probe them. If there was only one of these four creatures, Han Shuo was confident that he could deal with it. However, if all four of them attacked together, Han Shuo could only flee in panic.
After observing for a while, Han Shuo soon discovered that the strength of these creatures was completely determined by the number of sharp horns on their heads. Among these creatures on the island, the four fellows with five sharp horns on their heads were the most terrifying. Around the altar under their feet, there were more than ten creatures with four sharp horns on their heads, and they were the closest to the altar.
The further away from the altar, the fewer the sharp horns on the heads of the creatures kowtowing there. Those creatures at the outermost edge only had one sharp horn.
Suddenly, an extremely familiar thing attracted Han Shuo's attention.
At the top of the pointed altar, suddenly, a few tentacle-like fleshy limbs slowly lifted up twelve fist-sized spheres. One of the spheres emitted a pure aura of death that made Han Shuo's heart beat faster. Han Shuo had never thought that the aura of death could be so pure and without any impurities.
As long as there were living creatures on the material plane, there would be birth, aging, sickness, and death. This was the most natural thing in the world. As long as someone died, this material plane would definitely have the presence of the element of death. However, any creature would have some messy emotions when they died, such as fear, anger, unwillingness, resentment, and so on.
It was precisely because of these emotions that the element of death on any material plane would not be pure and free of impurities. Even in the netherworld where Little Skull came from, the element of death was also mixed with too many messy impurities.
However, from that sphere, Han Shuo could feel the purest, clearest element of death without any impurities. Moreover, this element of death was very large. For a necromancer like Han Shuo, it had an irresistible temptation.
Instinctively, Han Shuo felt that the sphere could bring him great benefits. If not for Han Shuo's exquisite control over his physical body, his heart would have started to beat faster due to excitement.
The surprised Han Shuo was a little excited. As he focused his attention on the sphere with the pure element of death, Han Shuo also began to use his consciousness to carefully and slowly observe the other eleven spheres.
With this observation, Han Shuo was once again shocked. Among the other eleven spheres, seven contained the same pure elemental energy as the element of death. They were light, dark, wind, fire, water, electricity, and earth respectively.
Among the remaining four spheres, although they did not contain pure elemental energy, they still contained strange energies. One of them contained the extremely rare energy of destruction. Another sphere seemed to be condensed from Combat Aura, constantly emitting the light of Combat Aura that ranged from dark blue to golden. The last two spheres were even more strange. Their insides seemed to be flowing like stars. Han Shuo tried his best to sense them, and only then did he feel some of the strange aura of a Space Summoner.
There were a total of twelve spheres, all of them a dull brown color. From afar, they looked ordinary. However, only a person of Han Shuo's level could understand the different and mysterious energies contained within them.
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