Chapter 86: The Black Forest (2/2)

Ye Wuchen shoots him a glance, shaking his head, “What a boorish fellow! Did you know that numerous individuals exceeding your power by ten or even a hundredfold have entered but never came out. If you have nothing to lose, you may recklessly dash inside, you will only die at the very worst. However, if you died, who would take care of your mother?”

“......”

“If you are not prepared for death, don’t gamble with your life. Even the bravest of men can be despised.”

Advancing a step at a time, Ye Wuchen eventually set foot in this place that would have caused anyone else to flinch back. Nobody had dared to enter this black forest for many years but Leng Ya followed without fear.

This place was strangely quiet; no birds chirping, no beasts roaring, not even the sound of the wind. A murky smell filled the air, weighing heavily in the air making it difficult to breathe.

“An air of death!” Ye Wuchen was talking to himself, his brows lowered.

His charm of immunity to the six elements—water, fire, wind, thunder, earth and death—could easily allow him to manipulate and resist them, the element of death included. Although the death was not so potent in this place, too weak that the life of an ant still persisted, but it was indeed the air of death. According to the rumors, the deeper they went, the denser the air of death became. The very center of the forest emitted the air, which must be coming from the Devil’s Trap Pagoda!

Due the thin presence of the death element, the vitality of the trees in the area was not completely lost. They had twenty years of imperceptible influence to become adapted to the element of death and eventually transformed its hue into this greyish black.

Ye Wuchen’s immunity to the six elements meant he was not afraid of the air in this place. This density would not affect Leng Ya much either.

Ye Wuchen’s eyes were like firelights, sweeping through every tree before him, using his extraordinary memory to remember the position of the trees, silently counting the distance that he had traveled.

The further they proceeded inward, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. It was definitely still daytime, but in here, it already seemed like the beginning of the dusk. The two of them could not help but quiet their footsteps, unwilling to break the deafening silence.

A noise sounded when Ye Wuchen stepped on the dried branch of a tree. All of a sudden the dark underbrush stirred restlessly, and a black rabbit quickly fled, in the blink of an eye it disappeared in the shade of a tree ahead of them.

An animal could not have exist in this place. Ye Wuchen’s mind was somewhat astonished. The life force of the animal fell short of a plant’s, and their reproductive capabilities were much weaker as well. Under the influence of the air of death their life force would have slowly dwindled until death came. Yet the few animals that survived clearly showed natural immunity to the element of death, and would likely be able to pass on this capability, possibly becoming more distinct when they passed the trait on to their succeeding generations.

“Your childhood name is Xiao Feng?” Ye Wuchen, who has been silent, suddenly asked.

“Yes.” Leng Ya answered.

“Your mother’s family name is Leng?”

“Yes.”

“Your father’s family name is Feng?”

Leng Ya abruptly halted his footsteps, both fists clenched tight, and his breath grew as cold as a blade in an instant.

Translated by: Fatty_Uncle

Edited by: seriouspotato and patrick_father_of_dragons