Chapter 2234 - 2234: Altar of the Dead 3
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Di Hongyun finally grasped the gravity of the situation. The mystic realm, it appeared, was far more intricate than what Senior Brother had let on.
The mystic realm Senior Brother had described and the one they now found themselves in were two entirely different realms. Senior Brother’s description had hinted at some tests, yet it paled in comparison to the peril that surrounded them now.
In the town, a sinister practice known as “death wors.h.i.+p” compelled people to inflict harm upon themselves by manipulating their minds, leaving their souls and sanity trapped within the town. It was a horrifying ordeal. One wrong step, and they could suffer a similar fate. Such an extreme trial was unprecedented, even within the Supreme Sect.
Something must have gone terribly wrong within this mystic realm.
Fortunately, he had entered this realm with his junior sister; otherwise, there would have been no one to aid her.
The Head of the Undead Race wore a grave expression as he closely followed Gu Chaoyan.
Outside the town, there was no trace of bloodshed. It resembled an ordinary town, except for its eerie emptiness.
Thankfully, the town’s monstrous inhabitants seemed confined by some enchantment, preventing them from freely roaming. If not for this, they would have surely met their demise.
A creeping sense of betrayal began to gnaw at the Head of the Undead Race.
Gu Chaoyan had promised him numerous opportunities for regaining his Dharmic powers within the mystic realm, which had lured him in. Little had he known that he would be risking his life in such a treacherous place. Had he been aware of this, he would never have ventured in.
Regret welled up within him.
As they walked, the Head of the Undead Race adopted a more conciliatory tone, addressing Gu Chaoyan, “Young lady, something seems amiss in this mystic realm. One who reads the signs wisely knows when to retreat. Perhaps it’s best if we abandon our current pursuit and leave these artifacts behind. There will be ample opportunities in the future to obtain them without risking our lives.
Don’t you agree?”
Gu Chaoyan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. He had just entered, and now he was already contemplating an escape?
The Head of the Undead Race was notorious for his propensity to flee from challenges. However, his pattern was predictable: after merely a day or two, he would invariably return.
Gu Chaoyan chose her words carefully as she addressed him, “You see, when the mystic realm opens, it stays open. We’re here now, and the mystic realm must remain open. In one month, it will close again, and that’s when we can leave.”
The Head of the Undead Race was left momentarily speechless.
“What’s more,” Gu Chaoyan continued, “since we can’t leave at the moment, why not explore and see if we can find anything valuable? Even hiding here won’t guarantee safety; danger could lurk just around the corner.”
The Head of the Undead Race stiffened.
What kind of situation had they stumbled into? They were trapped here, with no way out? An entire month?
No one had ever endured such a prolonged stay.
Di Hongyun chimed in to clarify, “This is how the mystic realm operates. It opens and remains accessible for one month. Disciples from the Supreme Sect used to come here for a month of cultivation.
Despair filled the Head of the Undead Race as he muttered, “We’re all doomed here.”
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