Although he still hasn't encountered the existence of the soul of any creature after death, it is gratifying that Huo Yutong finally sees the hope of getting out of this wilderness.

During the exploration of the spiritual realm, the wasteland growing with purple grass came to an abrupt end about twenty kilometers away from her.

An extremely obvious, wall-like black barrier separates the Purple Grass Wasteland from the outside world into two distinct colors.

Looking up, even if the spiritual realm extends to its limit, one cannot see how high this barrier connecting the sky and the earth is.

It stretches upwards infinitely, as if there is no end.

At this moment, she was almost moved to tears.

After a month-long trek, she finally saw hope of getting out of this place she named the Purple Grass Wasteland.

After walking all the way to the border, Huo Yutong tentatively crossed the "barrier" that separated the two places after testing that there was no danger.

The moment she walked out of the Purple Grass Wasteland, the vision before her eyes suddenly opened up.

Although it was still that dark and gloomy dark tone, it was much better than the everlasting darkness in the Purple Grass Wasteland - at least she didn't have to use mental power to see the scenery in front of her clearly.

However, this situation did not make Huo Yutong feel better.

Because before her eyes, what appeared was a scene far stranger than the Purple Grass Wasteland.

The ubiquitous darkness disappeared, replaced by the same everlasting gray fog.

The mist was constantly gathering and rolling, presenting an extremely eerie and gloomy scene under the light source that came from unknown sources.

This seems to be a certain forest or the border area of ​​​​a forest - if the dry and twisted plants that are as dry and twisted as if they have been burned by fire for more than ten hours, and the strangely shaped tall black plants with faint blue fruits are really trees

if.

Under the gray mist and the halo of unknown origin, they reflected huge but very twisted limbs and torsos.

From Huo Yutong's perspective, everything looks like a human body that is constantly wailing and struggling in despair.

The all-pervasive gray fog does not seem as calm as it appears.

It's like it has a life of its own, constantly rolling, rolling, and flowing.

It doesn't have to be in a specific direction, and there is no fixed trajectory at all.

Faintly, there seemed to be some kind of weird black shadow that couldn't be clearly seen, moving behind the gray fog.

Huo Yutong didn't know whether something was really moving or whether it was just a psychological effect.

From the time when the wind of rest stopped blowing and she started walking until now, her current condition is not considered good, and her soul power and mental power reserves are not much.

Therefore, she did not rush into the spiritual realm to explore and test.

Unconsciously, the scenery in front of me became more and more eerie and terrifying.

In the underworld, black, gray, and purple seem to be the main theme of everything, just like an old black and white movie with weird colors.

In addition to these three colors, Huo Yutong has not seen any other colors here.

Huo Yutong stood at the border of the two areas and hesitated slightly.

She looked at the mechanical watch in her hand and saw that it was less than half an hour before the next wind of rest arrived.

If you rashly explore into an unknown territory and encounter some force majeure critical situation and do not have enough time to take refuge in the black sarcophagus, it will be terrible.

After much hesitation, Huo Yutong decided to lie down here for the time being and wait for the wind of rest to blow by.

If you have enough time the next day, it's not too late to explore further.

Lying in the black sarcophagus, Huo Yutong stared at the coffin lid, which was less than two feet away from him, and felt a strange sense of relief.

After walking out of the wasteland covered with purple grass, the erosion rate of the all-pervasive negative power has slightly slowed down.

This is probably good news, as it reduces the dual consumption of mental and soul power.

Huo Yutong just counted the remaining soul power reserves.

The good news is: she finally walked out of this inexplicable dark wasteland where there was not even a shadow of a ghost.

The bad news is: the soul power reserve is running low.

In the underworld, soul power is consumed and lost too quickly.

Even if you stay and do nothing, as long as you are not in a meditative state, your soul power will slowly flow outward at a certain speed.

Even normal walking consumes more soul power than in ordinary battles.

According to Huo Yutong's own estimation, if the current situation continues, in less than two months at most, the soul power reserve in the bottle will be completely exhausted.

This is without going through a fight.

In the event of fighting and certain special circumstances...

That situation is already impossible to predict.

The familiar wind of rest blew from above, and strands of strange energy were transformed by the soil of death's breath and turned into gentle food to replenish the soul.

Huo Yutong blinked, feeling that the soul power brought by the wind of rest this time seemed to be less, and it was more "gentle", not as violent as in the Lithospermum Wasteland.

At least there is no such extremely penetrating roar.

Perhaps, the wind of rest here is less powerful than that in the Purple Grass Wasteland.

What prompted all this?

Is the power of the Wind of Rest linked to the intensity of the Death Breath?

Huo Yutong recalled the feeling when he was exposed to the outside world before, carefully thinking and analyzing everything he perceived.

In this place that she tentatively named the Dark Forest, the power of death breath does indeed seem to be a little thinner than it was in the Purple Grass Wasteland.

Probably similar to the situation in the demiplane of the undead.

Not only that, but the quality of the Death Breath Soil has also declined compared to that of the Purple Grass Wasteland. It is not the kind that has been tempered to the extreme.

But for the undead, this is still a good place.

etc!

If the wind of rest can give birth to undead creatures, then if there are enough soul fragments, will they be given life by the wind of rest and turn into undead creatures?

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Huo Yutong listened to the sound caused by the wind of rest, thinking quietly in the quiet black sarcophagus, making speculations about this world suspected of being the underworld.

Twelve hours later, the wind of rest stopped on time.

Huo Yutong also recovered the soul power in his body with the help of the bottle and crawled out of the ground again.

After placing the black sarcophagus carrying Qian Chaoguang's body on the trailer, the ice blue sword appeared in her hand with a sound.

Under the influence of the soul power, the edge of this long sword once again showed a texture like ice.

Huo Yutong took a deep breath, checked his equipment, activated the soul power sensing device on the Wuhun armor, and walked towards the interior of the dark forest without looking back.

Qian Chaoguang's soul injury is still getting worse, and it's time to move on.

In the thick gray fog, the pink-gold spiritual realm constantly reflects the scene in front of us.

On top of the weird-looking twisted trees, the wood grain of the bark is twisted into a wailing look like a human face.

Some trees are entangled together like pythons, and the deep purple vines bear some kind of faint blue fruit, half the size of a fist.

It looks a bit like a mutated apple.

Huo Yutong took out a metal knife made of fine steel and touched it lightly. The sharp tip of the knife evaporated into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the blue fruit.

"What on earth are these..." In the sea of ​​spirit, the Snow Emperor couldn't help but sigh.

In this place, even though she was well-informed, she felt helpless. She even didn't know as much as Huo Yutong.

Everything that exists in the underworld challenges her worldview that took nearly 700,000 years to establish.

Bajiaoxuanbingcao is dutifully controlling the soul power detection function to scan all directions.

Hearing Snow Emperor's complaints, it also released an emotion of approval.

She had read the "Poison Classic" that Tang San left behind before his ascension countless times in his spare time.

But neither the medicine chapter nor the poison chapter contains any records about plants in the underworld.

This has led to the Star Anise Ice Grass now having a strong sense of frustration. It feels like it can't do anything to help and can only be a bystander.

Just when the Octagonal Black Ice Grass felt a little sorry for itself, suddenly, the soul detection module it controlled suddenly erupted with strong prompts and flashes.

The rapid "didi" sounds almost formed a series, resounding crazily in Huo Yutong's spiritual sea.

No matter which direction the Octagonal Black Ice Grass points the soul power detector, it will keep making wild noises.

"Bajiao, you take over all the rights to use the Wuhun Armor, and I'll go out to help." Snow Emperor's expression suddenly became serious.

With a flash of light on his body, he appeared in the outside world as a soul and came to Huo Yutong's side.

Two blood-red light patterns flickered from under the spirit armor's ribs, which meant that the Octagonal Black Ice Grass had taken over the main auxiliary control system of the spirit armor.

The meaning of purple gold was revealed in Huo Yutong's eyes, and he held the long sword tightly in his hand. The complementary soul cores of yin and yang began to operate at full strength for the first time after arriving in the underworld, raising the soul power to the extreme.

"Snow Emperor, I feel strong malice." Huo Yutong said, "I can't see clearly in the spiritual realm. A large number of shadows from the lake are gathering in our direction."

"Isn't it the human soul?"
To be continued...