447 Escape! (1/2)

The black leaf wasn't formed naturally, and its veins weren't formed by nature either. If one took a closer look, he would realize that the leaf's veins looked more like… skin!

It was indeed a leaf formed by the skin of a live man!

The appearance of the leaf brought with it mumbling sounds. The sounds carried a hint of madness and pain, and they were like a hurricane sweeping in all directions, one that wanted to suppress everything. It made the surrounding wronged spirits tremble as if they had lost consciousness.

Leveraging on the suppressive force from the black leaf, the three extraterrestrial cultivators picked up speed and emerged out of the barrier formed by the Spirit Sea, stepping into the vortex. However, when they stepped in, the cultivator with the centipede on his face turned ghastly white. The black leaf he was holding was now stuck to his forehead, wriggling as if it was sucking blood from his glabella.

Apparently, this Dharmic treasure was something he wouldn't use haphazardly. Once used, he would have to pay a huge price. Therefore, when he was pursuing Wang Baole previously, he used the treasure that he had nurtured for thirty years and not this Dharmic treasure.

However, at that moment, even though a crisis hadn't struck, he had a strong premonition that if he didn't enter the vortex and grab hold of Wang Baole, that it was very likely that he would be trapped there. He felt that if that happened, eventually, he would be teetering on the brink of death.

This world was extremely hostile to them but extremely kind to Wang Baole, which made them shudder!

As the trio charged into the vortex, the vortex shut and vanished. The Spirit Sea passageway also disappeared, and normalcy returned to the Spirit Sea. It was as if nothing had happened. The waves were still crashing, and the cries from the spirits could still be heard.

Wang Baole had long sensed the kindness granted to him by this world. To put it more accurately, it was a calling for him that influenced this world, making all kinds of barriers disappear before him.

It even helped to block the people who were pursuing him. However, Wang Baole was unsure of this matter and had started to become suspicious of Little Missy's words. He felt that it was too much of a coincidence that Little Missy went into hibernation the moment he entered.

Either I'm thinking too much and Little Missy is right, or… The Dark Art that I have cultivated has resulted in a mysterious change to the Dark Artifact! Wang Baole took a deep breath and looked towards his surroundings. A glow was revealed in the depths of his eyes.

He was no longer in the Spirit Sea, but on the second level of the Spirit Sea in the underground world!

Even though the sky on the second level of the underground world was still composed of mud and dull-red in color, it wasn't as well lit by the stars. Rather, it glowed on its own, and despite it not being very bright, the entire world was a shade of dull red as it shone through the sky.

It looked like… blood from a dead person!

Looking at the ground, there were a large number of tombstones!

The tombstones were of various sizes, with some broken and some intact. They looked horrifying, and in the area further away, in the region where there were no tombstones, there were numerous tomb mounds of varying sizes!

A strong vibe of death seemed to have accumulated for many years there, filling the entire environment with decay and vicissitude.

Wang Baole held his breath, looking at his surroundings and sensing the calling that emerged from it, which grew even stronger here. As Wang Baole observed his surroundings, the tomb mound a distance away suddenly vibrated, and a withered hand emerged from beneath the mud!

Wang Baole's pupils constricted, and he was about to retreat when the extended hand seemed to send a signal. Instantly, numerous withered hands emerged consecutively from the tomb mounds, with withered skulls even emerging from some of them!

In the blink of an eye, the entire ground seemed to be wriggling as an uncountable number of corpses emerged at increasing speed from the tomb mounds!

The moment they emerged, the corpses screamed voicelessly. The screams were inaudible, and only the cultivator's spiritual consciousness could sense it and be shaken by it.

It appeared as if they hadn't smelled the scent of fresh flesh and blood for a long time. The corpses that emerged out of the tombs all looked at Wang Baole, screaming as they clambered towards him.