Chapter 302 Foggy Night

The five-tiered Soul Illusion Realm was unprecedented in the annals of the League of Blades, with no existing records to consult. However, this did not hinder some intelligent individuals from inferring certain patterns based on descriptions of lower-level illusions.

In the dense forest, a figure moved swiftly, lightly stepping across the high treetops. With just a gentle touch of his toes, he soared gracefully like a wild goose, leaping forward and covering miles in mere leaps.

The sacred archives of the Celestial Sanctuary contained comprehensive accounts of the three-tiered Soul Illusion Realm. Even the most expansive realms had their limits, and discovering them often unveiled the realm's secrets.

Without maps or visual cues to gauge distance, there was a simple, albeit crude, method: charge straight ahead!

The instant his feet touched the ground, Ye Dun bolted northward. After a relentless day and night of running, he had traversed mountains, swamps, spore forests, and deserts, spanning hundreds of miles. This expanse dwarfed the three-tiered illusion by tenfold.

Not far away was an endless sea of white mist, enveloping a verdant forest.

Ye Dun decelerated slightly, sharpening his focus. But the moment he touched the white mist, a sudden wave of disorientation struck him, and he sensed the landscape around him blur.

In an instant, the mist disappeared, and he found himself atop a barren, yellow hill.

Gnarled pines and jagged boulders loomed around him...

Ye Dun's eyes narrowed sharply as he noticed a faint footprint on the yellow soil.

He placed his own foot over it, and it matched perfectly, without the slightest discrepancy.

The confusion in his eyes vanished, and Ye Dun understood.

This was the place where he had first entered the Soul Illusion Realm. The footprint on the ground was the one he had made when he was thrown out of the spatial passage.

This was a loop; that mist was the boundary of the Soul Illusion Realm.

Ye Dun now had a clear understanding.

This layer of the Soul Illusion Realm spanned approximately six to seven hundred square kilometers, with complex terrain and multiple projected environments, indicating that the opportunities and treasures here might not be limited to just one.

The key to the mechanism might lie in some form of loop, as not every boundary of the Soul Illusion Realm returned one to the starting point.

Useful information was quickly distilled in his mind when suddenly, his ears twitched.

Someone... no!

Ye Dun's brow slightly furrowed.

He saw the white mist that should not have appeared in this barren, yellow hill.

It descended out of nowhere, suddenly enveloping the land and covering the entire hill in a blanket of white.

Had he triggered some mechanism by crossing the boundary? Or was his speculation entirely wrong?

As he pondered, a hint of danger emanated from the mist, instantly sharpening his focus.

Whoosh...

He saw two eerie lights, like will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the mist not far away.

His pupils slightly contracted.

What is that?!

...

It was midnight in the illusion.

It was as if frozen in a moment in time, his earlier hunches proved right. Thick, white mist blanketed the area, enveloping the entire spore forest, even the ice bees couldn’t see through it. The mist was so dense that visibility was extremely poor, making it impossible to see beyond five meters.

At this moment, he was glad he’d been cautious. From the moment he sensed the strange vibe of the night, Old Wang had already recalled the ice bees scattered around the periphery of the spore forest, keeping just ten ice bees in a fan-shaped patrol within about a mile. Otherwise, if fifty ice bees were simultaneously trapped in this endless fog, it would be very difficult to recall them, as it was nearly impossible to discern direction in this mist.

Boom~

In the mist, ghostly lights flared to life, different from the faint glows Old Wang had discovered in some deep forests before. These ghostly lights appeared boldly, and...

Boom, boom, boom, boom~~

Then, more erupted! In the dense mist, it seemed as if these things suddenly filled everywhere, shifting and drifting.

Old Wang directed an ice bee to approach the nearest ghostly light slightly. Even though he was ready for it, what he saw still made him shiver involuntarily.

It was a shallow, hastily dug pit, a ghostly light submerged into it, and soon, the soil loosened, as if a void had suddenly appeared below, causing the sand and soil covering it to tumble down.

Immediately after, a pale, bony hand suddenly reached out from the pit!

It clawed at the already loosened soil around it, giving a strong push.

Crash...

The dirt was flung aside, and a rotting corpse clawed its way out from within!

It was a terrifying half-bloodied face, just barely recognizable as a cultivator from the War Academy. The other half of his face had been melted by acid.

Not just the face, his body was the same, his flesh was mostly eaten away by a terrible toxin, leaving half a skeleton. A ghostly light flickered in the place where his heart should have been, apparently acting as its control center.

Despite the lack of flesh and an incomplete body, he looked unnervingly lively, the only remaining rotten eye flashing with a sinister light, constantly looking around. He seemed to have discovered the ice bee’s peeping, his glowing eye locked onto it.

Boom!

The broken body launched itself like a missile, its speed just as fast as in life. At this moment, the bony hand lunged toward the ice bee.

A lone ice bee wasn’t as bold as in a swarm. In fright, it shot upward as fast as it could, rapidly increasing the distance from the 'corpse' by more than ten meters. But the corpse was not limited to physical attacks, as its bony hand suddenly swung, without soul power, but a black corpse gas accompanied by a foul smell swept fiercely through the air.

The ice bee had to abandon its surveillance, increasing its ascent speed to the extreme, barely avoiding this fatal attack. When it looked down in terror from high above, the area below was already shrouded in white fog, no longer able to see any detailed scenes, only more and more of these ghostly lights shining in the mist, some walking quickly on the ground, others floating in the air like intangible ghosts...

The white mist seemed to have appeared suddenly just to give birth to them. As these things became more and more numerous in this world, the mist gradually dissipated a lot. But without the mist, the scene that met the ice bee’s eyes made Old Wang gasp in shock.

In the spore forest spanning tens of square kilometers, ghostly lights were everywhere, filled with countless spirits!

Some were corpses of the War Academy or Holy Sanctuary disciples, but more were various kinds of rotting corpses, some dressed as warriors of the Fortress of Blades, others from the Divine Fortress of Blades of the Nine Gods... Undoubtedly, this illusion projected the scene near Dragon City below. Although it was a time of peace, after two hundred years of accumulation, many border soldiers had died here, whether they had rotted into skeletons or still retained half a rotting corpse, they now became part of their zombie army, possessed by those spirits, emerging from the ground!

Old Wang was a bit worried about Ah Xi and the others. These things were fearless, not even dead or alive, already thoroughly dead, the strong ones also had the level of Tiger Peak, very troublesome.

The mist had already dissipated a lot, Old Wang spread out the ice bees again, but dared not get too close to the ground, afraid of being attacked by those who had returned from the dead, instead circling high in the air observing the distribution of those spirits below.

Old Wang was actually here just to join in the fun. According to the records of the Nine Heavens Annals, when the opportunity for the second layer appears, the first layer will dissipate, and those who have not entered the second layer at that time will return to the real world. Old Wang just had to survive this layer to happily go home, keeping his life and the face of the rose, and could date Sister Da when he returned, happily.

...

The thick fog had dispersed, leaving only a faint mist lingering over the land, but it was clear that the real darkness had just begun to descend at this moment.

Screams and sounds of battle continuously came from across the land.

Honestly, those zombies and ghosts were not very strong, the weak ones might only be at the wolf level, the strong ones at the tiger level. Those who could enter here, whether cultivators from the War Academy or Holy Sanctuary disciples, could handle one or two alone without any problem. But the issue was, these things were almost impossible to kill...

The feet of those zombies were cut off, they could crawl with their hands, their heads were cut off, they could still chase you around, even if they were chopped into pieces, the ghostly light in their chests could fly up again, turning into ghosts in the air.

Ghosts are even harder to handle; without a physical form, martial artists are pretty much useless against them and can only flee. However, Thunder Mages and exorcists are really useful in these situations.

Exorcists have all sorts of exorcism spells to affect these ghosts, either slowing them down or putting up barriers that the ghosts cannot penetrate.

Thunder Mages are the go-to fighters against these ghosts. The powerful thunder spells are the only known attack that can inflict damage on these ghosts, and Thunder Mages are the mainstream in both schools of sorcery. Let’s be honest, the War Academy cultivators and Holy Sanctuary disciples are not entirely powerless.

Sadly, most cultivators are worn out during the 'pointless' day. At this time, many are hiding in their well-crafted disguises to recover. Many Thunder Mages, who should have the upper hand, haven’t even used their thunder spells before these ghosts kill them in their sleep, their souls eaten, and their bodies taken over by the ghosts, turning into zombies...

Of course, some aren’t scared at all.

In the woods, Xiao Bang is sitting cross-legged on the ground, calm as ever.

Around him, a dozen pale ghosts are lurking, constantly trying to get close, wanting to get inside him and eat his soul like they’ve done to other cultivators. But try as they might, none could get close.

Xiao Bang’s soul power creates an invisible swirling barrier, and any ghost that gets close is pushed back hard.

The bald man sits there, calm and collected, waiting for the moment the sun appears on the horizon.

Tens of miles away, Maxwell is busy. The strange odor emanating from his body repels even the ghosts, but it attracts the zombies.

For Maxwell, these troublesome creatures that others can't kill or cut through have become his favorite. Green insects instantly swarm over the zombies' bodies, quickly corroding them, turning them into more green dots... Maxwell is overjoyed. Normally, to collect corpse fluid so recklessly, he would have to chase enemies for a long distance. But now, these things are delivered right to his doorstep. Before the previous corpse fluid has even finished dissolving, more zombies fearlessly step into the highly corrosive fluid, quickly melting into new corpse fluid...

"More, more! Hahaha!" Maxwell laughs excitedly, using his voice to attract more corpses. His surroundings are already filled with corpse fluid, and he feels overwhelmed, but it keeps increasing on its own.

He never worries about hatching too many corpse worms. Even ten or a hundred times more would just be a blessing from heaven, and he wouldn't have to worry about storage.

Because corpse worms need to be cultivated and require brutal competition. If ten thousand corpse worms can produce one worm general, then a hundred thousand or a million can produce a worm king!

Maxwell's eyes sparkle with excitement. He no longer cares about the treasures of the Soul Illusion Realm; for him, this is the greatest opportunity!

Fu Yu is equally happy.

Fu Yu doesn't like corpses but loves ghosts. Compared to the living souls of humans, these autonomously moving ghosts, though lacking some vitality and flavor, possess more spirituality and a unique strength of the soul.

"Come, come~~ come to baby..." she seductively beckons to the ghosts flying in the air, smiling like an innocent child. The dark tentacles around her greedily wait in the green ripples of summoning, ready to devour the prey she calls over.

Her little belly is already round and full, but she can feed her sacrificial tentacles even more...

...And in a distant desert, two figures in black cloaks have come together.

Being able to easily locate each other in the vast first layer of space, the methods of the Dark Demon Island are unimaginable and the most mysterious to outsiders.

But even more unimaginable and mysterious is the attitude of the ghosts and zombies towards them.

Not a single ghost or zombie has attacked them. In fact, when passing by these two, they even seem to give some guiding signals, as if treating them as their own kind.

Just now, another ghost pointed the way, and the two slightly changed their direction, only to find a pile of miscellaneous items on the ground, mostly bundles.

The man in the black cloak reached out slightly, and a thunder spear shot out, piercing through the bundles and instantly gathering them into his hand.

Upon opening them, he found quite a few magic potions and several Soul Tokens.

"Four hundred thirty-one, three hundred ninety-nine, three hundred eighty-two..." the black cloak muttered, tossing the Soul Tokens into his pocket, which already contained over twenty. He grumbled, "Another pile of junk, just enough for some errand money. It's faster if I do it myself... Haven't these ghosts killed anything valuable? Oh, Brother Momsang!"

"The strong do not die here," the other black cloak, much taller and with an exceptionally cold voice, said, "Let's go, Thunder Ghost. Don't waste any more time on this. We still need to find our junior brothers."

"Even a mosquito has meat!" Thunder Ghost, completely lacking the 'cold' demeanor of a Dark Demon Island cultivator, spoke more than all the others combined, "By the way, Brother Momsang, haven't you been eyeing that pair of alchemy puppets in Uncle Fan's shop for a long time? Hehe, once we get enough money this time, I'll buy them for you!"

Momsang looked at him, the bright eyes within the black cloak flickering, but his voice remained as emotionless as before, "Let's go."

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