647 The Interior! (1/2)

Wang Baole's heart was still racing when the puppet he had released suddenly shattered without any warning. It was as if a sudden force had given it a squeeze, crushing it and turning it into dust!

Following that was a strange force that latched onto the connection between the puppet and Wang Baole and followed it back to Wang Baole, to his hiding place in the crack. Wang Baole retreated immediately. When the warmth in his body finally cooled down, and 'A Thousand Lives' effects finally faded away, Wang Baole had vanished into the distance and successfully evaded the pursuing destructive force.

It was only when he was sure that the destructive force had ceased pursuit that Wang Baole finally leaned against the wall. He was panting, his heart racing wildly. The danger here was beyond what he had expected. From the initial encounter with the hallucinogenic pollen to everything he had encountered, which included the most recent attack, he had been bombarded with danger at every corner!

To think that I'm still only on the first level… this battleship is really impressive. It must be a piece of cake for it to destroy the current Dao Palace. But it doesn't make sense as well… if it's so powerful, why did it release a cry for help? Wang Baole frowned. Feng Qiuran and the rest from the Dao Palace might have been fooled by that due to sentiment, but Wang Baole didn't know the person who had called out for their help. After thinking through everything that had happened to them, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes thoughtfully.

The cries for help are meant to draw others to it. In that case, it might be possible… that the battleship only appears to be incredibly powerful and able to commandeer extremely powerful monsters. However, in reality, many limitations restrict it as well. There's a possibility that the creatures on the battleship are trapped inside this world and cannot leave. Another possibility is that the battleship requires certain special fuel to power it! Wang Baole had limited information on hand. He could only guess so much. Even though these might be vague guesses, he had a feeling that he was on the right track.

If it's the former, then the mastermind drawing everyone to the battleship must be doing so in order to destroy the most powerful cultivators in the Dao Palace. If it's the latter, then he's using us for some sort of sacrifice. He means to kill us or to have us under his control! The expression on Wang Baole's face was dark. He was silent for a long while before he surveyed his surroundings.

He was now inside the millstone. The millstone must have been around for a very long time. Its unceasing grinding had resulted in many small cracks appearing across the entire millstone. The cracks were insignificant to the millstone's continual grinding, but to Wang Baole, they were numerous passageways that led to the unknown.

Wang Baole forcibly set aside his worries over Zhao Yameng's and Kong Dao's safety and studied the passageway before him. He took a deep breath, then carefully inched forward amidst the deafening sounds of grinding around him. He was going to find out if the other end of the passageway was a way out.

Time passed steadily as Wang Baole walked down the passageway. He was met with a dead-end multiple times and had to turn back and attempt another passageway. He remained cautious throughout, releasing a puppet to survey the passageway ahead of him should he sense any potential danger. He eventually released a horde of puppets and got them to check out multiple passageways concurrently. That was how he managed to single out the best route to take.

Nearly a week passed by. It was noon when Wang Baole finally paused in his tracks. His pupils contracted, and his face turned pale. He had just glimpsed something through the eyes of one of his puppets.

The puppet was in a passageway not so far away from his. There was a huge lake at the end of that passageway. Above the lake was a large flower!

It was purple and grew from the ceiling. It hung downwards and was in full blossom, spanning a hundred feet and giving off an eerie, demonic glow. Purple fluid was slowly dripping from the flower into the lake beneath it!

Dozens of figures sat cross-legged on the lake. They had three heads and six arms and emanated a powerful aura. They were absent of any life, but they also showed no signs of being dead. It was as if they had been sealed in a void and were deep in slumber.

Terrifying injuries covered their bodies. The liquid in the lake seemed to possess certain healing properties though, as their injuries appeared to be healing slowly as their bodies remained soaked in the lake!

They were healing at a sluggish pace, but there was no doubt that they were indeed recovering!

Wang Baole was instantly seized by anxiety at the sight. His wariness grew after he sensed the powerful waves of spirit energy emanating from these Never-Ending Clan cultivators. Even the weakest of these cultivators was a match for Mie Liezi.