Chapter 691 — The Broken Stele of the Yin Realm
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
Each crack was pitch-black, with no light visible within. The divine light in his eyes illuminated the cliff's cracks, but when it met the darkness, it seemed to be swallowed up, unable to reveal what lay within. He reached out and touched the darkness. A rustling sound reached his ears.
'These cracks are the fissures of other heavens buried here! ' His heart turned cold.
If the Wilderness Ruins were in daylight now, then the other heavens buried here were the darkness. 'The source of the darkness lies behind this crack. The sources of darkness from era after era are buried here.
I want to see for myself what caused the dark invasion of the Wilderness Ruins. . .
' He steadied himself and continued forward, his figure vanishing into the darkness.
Shen Mu pressed on.
He walked a long distance, and more than an hour passed, yet the crack still had no end. After walking so long, he grew anxious, doubts filling his mind.
With other cracks, entering them would bring one to another heaven, but this crack seemed far too long. 'Half an hour more. If I can't find the end, I'll turn back.
' Just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly saw a light ahead.
His heart stirred, and he quickened his pace. From afar, he saw a figure leaning against the rock wall, holding a lantern that emitted divine light. Shen Mu stopped and looked around. He activated the Seventh Heaven of the Sacred Pupil once more, using the Langxiao Sacred Pupil to illuminate the area. After scanning several times and finding no danger, he continued forward and came to the figure's side.
This was a deity who had long since died.
He leaned against the rock wall, his eye sockets empty, his face somewhat bewildered. Shen Mu examined his clothing carefully, discerning the patterns on the fabric. He thought: 'He's a deity from the Kaihuang Era!
' The lantern had not gone out. Its light fell upon the deity, making him seem almost transparent. Shen Mu was suspicious.
Summoning his courage, he pinched the deity's skin. Suddenly, the deity deflated like a punctured balloon, his clothing and human skin collapsing together.
Shen Mu shuddered, his hair standing on end. He stepped back several paces.
After a moment, the clothing rustled and floated up, and the deity's human skin gradually inflated as if being pumped with air. Before long, a deity was once again sitting against the rock wall.
'His flesh and blood are gone, his primordial spirit is gone. All his divine treasury and heavenly palace are empty. .
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' Shen Mu boldly approached and examined him closely. He could not tell what had eaten the deity, leaving only a human skin. He murmured: 'The overturned cart ahead is a warning for the cart behind.
Knowing this deity's cause of death may benefit me. What's strange is, since he has no flesh or blood, why does he inflate again?
Is there something beneath the skin? ' He hesitated, then drew the Wuyou Sword and tried to cut open the deity's skin. Something writhed beneath the skin, resisting the Wuyou Sword, preventing him from piercing through. Shen Mu frowned. After thinking for a moment, he took out the Book of Life and Death and shone it on the deity. Just as a name surfaced on the book, the human skin suddenly opened its mouth and let out a shrill scream.
Streams of black smoke flew from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and soon the whole figure deflated! The black smoke merged into the darkness and vanished. Shen Mu was alarmed and uncertain, his heart pounding violently.
The matter was truly too bizarre. Even in Fengdu, he had never encountered anything so strange. After a moment, his heartbeat returned to normal. He picked up the lantern and walked forward with it. Before he had taken two steps, he saw a massive stone stele towering high, blocking the path ahead.
He raised the lantern.
Its light fell quietly on the stele. The writing on it was a kind of script he had never seen before.