Chapter 952: Pan Zhen (2/2)
Even so, Huang Xiaolong was still on the periphery of the Path, thus he rarely ran into any Yin Ghosts.
It was as if there was no end to this Path to Hell, it was a vast mainland in itself, exceeding the four galaxies combined by a thousand times, or even ten thousand times!
It was hard for Huang Xiaolong to imagine how this Path to Hell came to be.
Just how much black star soil was used to form such a vast and boundless land?
The crucial question was, what kind of power made such a vast amount of black star soil merge together, forming this Path to Hell?
Everything was a mystery.
Daylight in the Path to Hell gradually diminished. This place also had day and night.
Although there was no sunlight on the Path to Hell, the surrounding environment was usually dark grey. When ‘night’ fell, the waves of yin ghost qi rushing out from the void above were ten times denser than the ‘day, truly a blanket of the darkness. When night came, it was akin to falling into the darkest abyss.
Huang Xiaolong immediately discovered that both his divine sense and the extent of his eyesight was greatly impeded at night. Well, at least his godforce was spared.
He looked around and decided to find a place to rest for the night, continuing onward when daylight arrived.
After all, there were about seven months left until the said five-year deadline, there was no haste.
Huang Xiaolong surveyed his current surroundings, descending to an empty space in front of a high cliff wall. With a punch, he quickly created a cave and entered it in a flicker.
The mountains in the Path to Hell were extremely hard, reaching the point where a low-level Highgod Realm master could hardly shatter a ten-meter tall boulder. What Huang Xiaolong had just done, punching out a resting cave with his fist while not affecting other areas of the mountain was unheard of.
Huang Xiaolong arranged a simple defensive formation around the cave entrance, then sat down cross-legged to meditate, circulating his four divine fires.
The shimmering gray energy flowed out, entering his body.
Although he had a defensive formation set up, he still separated a fraction of his attention to keep watch outside the cave.
Roughly three hours later, the defensive formation glowed from an impact, enduring an attack from something.
Huang Xiaolong stopped cultivating, got up on his feet, and went out to the entrance. When he reached the cave entrance, he saw several Yin Ghosts gathering their ghost force to attack his defensive formation.
The Yin Ghosts on the Path to Hell were about three to four times the size of a human, with flesh and blood. However, both their flesh and blood were as black as ink.
The group of Yin Ghosts attacking his defensive formation was average in terms of strength, between mid and late-Tenth Order God Realm.
Huang Xiaolong was too lazy to move his hands, directly sending out a soul force sword that pierced through their bodies, completely destroying their souls.
However, several hours later, another group of Yin Ghosts came knocking at his cave.
Huang Xiaolong frowned, obviously upset. How did these Yin Ghosts find him?
Logically speaking, with the defensive formation outside his cave, these Yin Ghosts that only had God Realm strength shouldn’t be able to detect him. The troubling thing was that these Yin Ghosts’ soul did not retain memories like a human did. Even if Huang Xiaolong scoured their souls, he wouldn’t find much information.
After several groups of Yin Ghost attack, morning arrived.
Huang Xiaolong continued traveling onward.
As he got deeper into the Path to Hell, the frequency of Yin Ghosts appearing greatly increased, some even having strength equal to low-level Highgod Realm human cultivators.
Two days later, Huang Xiaolong descended on a mountain peak. He had just spotted a small village across the foothills of the mountain opposite him!
There was actually a village like this on the Path to Hell?
This was truly a surprise for Huang Xiaolong. He observed for a moment before flying towards the village.