Free Web NovelChapter 503: Chapter 246: Elf Detection Institute (2)
"It’s gone."
The record abruptly ends here, as if the writer was forcibly interrupted at some moment. Adira felt a bit disappointed; if there were more records, it would be interesting.
However, he could still deduce some clues from this ancient text. He had heard of this [Black Oil], a resource from ancient times referred to as [Black Gold]. The price of Black Oil was even ten times more expensive than gold of the same weight. It was an extremely rare resource.
During its usage, the Elf Race gradually discovered issues with Black Oil. Long-term exposure to Black Oil might lead one to fall into an eternal dream, trapped in endless madness.
Could it be some kind of special curse?
Right, before entering, the Blood Erosion Tyrant seemed to have mentioned a curse, sensing its presence...
"Drip!"
It was the sound of liquid falling, clear and crisp.
Turning his head to look, a drop of viscous black liquid dripped from a broken pipe connection above their heads, splashing onto the small pool of black water accumulated on the ground below, sending ripples across the surface.
"Drip."
Another drop of black liquid fell.
Adira immediately felt something was wrong because he realized a serious problem: if Black Water had always been dripping at this rate, the pool on the ground should not be so small.
Therefore, the truth was only one: the Black Water started dripping only after they entered.
’Things are getting interesting.’
Adira’s eyes flashed.
The air’s scent changed; the stale smell became more intense, mingled with something similar to aged grease....and a metal rust-like smell.
With the dripping of Black Water, the atmosphere on site began to grow heavy.
Ye Mingqiu looked up, gazing at the constantly dripping black liquid from the crack in the ceiling with a calm tone: "Is this Black Oil?"
Adira closed the text in his hand, slightly frowning, rubbing his chin with one hand, saying: "Not sure, but theoretically speaking, I feel it should be Black Oil, perhaps."
Modus remained silent but had slightly crouched his body, holding the heavy Holy Sword horizontally in front of him, flowing with golden light, fixating on the black liquid.
He could feel that something was not right with that thing, as if accompanied by terrifying danger.
In the next moment, Adira moved; being closest to the black liquid, he decisively approached the Black Water, crouched down, and carefully observed.
His body trembled slightly, a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his temple, but his eyes gleamed with an almost obsessive light, as if participating in an extreme challenge, enjoying it.
"Be careful."
Modus reminded in a low voice, the light from his Holy Sword brightened a bit more, ready to react to any possible anomalies.
"Hmm..."
Ye Mingqiu bowed his head, holding his forehead with one hand, feeling somewhat dizzy.
Just now, it seemed like an invisible shadow rushed towards him. The shadow was extremely fast; he couldn’t dodge it. After being hit by the shadow, he felt mentally exhausted, as if cramming study for seven days and nights straight, causing a headache.
What was that thing?
Though he felt a headache, there seemed to be no other impact besides that; his body and spirit didn’t exhibit anomalies, so it should not be a big issue.
....
Spiritual World
Wasteland
The sky was eternally blood-red, viscous raindrops fell from the sky, seemingly unending.
Wherever sight reached, there were heaps of corpses piled like mountains, various enough to make an extinction specimen chart.
The broken Dragon Monarch locked with a wingless Angel, while the shattered battle flag of the Beastman Chief stabbed into the twisted tentacles of the Ancient God; Human Hero’s armor mixed indistinguishably with the Demon Lord’s bones, and unknown mulch....
On the wasteland, countless strong bodies were casually stacked, and in the corner of the wasteland stood a giant, withered old tree.
"Hahaha!"
A sudden, twisted, malicious laughter sounded, followed by a form composed of pure shadow and insane thoughts appearing. The shadow self-murmured: "This guy’s Spiritual World has no defenses? Interesting, so interesting! Let me see what lies inside, is there my favorite delicious terror...."
The shadow’s laughter abruptly stopped. Facing countless strong corpses, it couldn’t laugh; the face formed by a black shadow seemed to stiffen.
The body woven from Nightmare Essence flickered as if trembling, in a form incomprehensible to normal humans, in fear.
It looked down, saw endless corpses scattered all across the world; the falling blood rain wasn’t ordinary blood, but some kind of high-life’s blood....and it seemed not just one life kind.
"What is this situation?"
"What kind of place is this?"
"Wasn’t I just invading a Spiritualist’s Spiritual World? Where have I ended up now?"
"Hmm?"
"Wait....wait! This place feels incredibly wrong! Why do I feel a bit of danger?"
"Run! Run quickly!"
The shadow screamed madly, its shriek echoed between heaven and earth, the culmination of life instinct, ultimate terror erupted forcefully.
Extreme danger sensed from its heart, it dared not spawn any thoughts of resistance but only to flee, at any cost escaping from this place more terrifying than any abyss, known dream!
Will die!
I might die!
Stay here longer, I genuinely will die!
Not sleeping revival, but genuinely meaning death, this place is very wrong!
The shadow fled swiftly, speeding towards the breakthrough [boundary] it came from, the black spiritual body flickering like a puff of cotton candy ready to be blown apart by storm.
But....it’s already late.
The withered ancient tree in the wasteland corner slowly moved, its pace slow but slightly exuded extremely terrifying fluctuations.
It swayed its branches, sending one branch flying towards the shadow’s direction; the branch moved not fast but seemingly contained some special concept, as if it transcended time and space, quietly reaching the endpoint.
"Squelch!"
As a hot knife cuts into butter, the withered branch easily pierced through the shadow, shattering the untouchable body, dissipating its spirit; the desperate wail echoed only for an instant.
"Don’t..."
Immediately, the immense twisted shadow shattered instantly, countless fragments scattered on the wasteland like other bodies, eternally staying there.
The old tree withdrew the branches slowly, returning to silence as if never moving.
But, above this Spiritual Wasteland, the eternal blood-red rain curtain seemed at this moment to fall denser, more mournful.
....
[Hint: You’ve digested unknown spiritual energy, Basic Spiritual Attribute +12]
"Hmm..."
Ye Mingqiu watched the Spirit Realm’s hint, recalling the shadow charging towards him earlier, quickly realizing that was the shadow’s spiritual energy.
Though unsure what it was, it seemed a good supplement, absorbing it had a nice amplification; if he could encounter it a few more times, it would be great, helping boost his Mental Attribute.
Right now, my weakest in Four-dimensional Attributes is my Mental Attribute, a shortcoming; if I can remedy this, it would be wonderful.
"Blood Erosion Tyrant, how are you?"
Adira curiously approached, asking: "Did you perceive any curse, any special thoughts? I’ll try to help record it."
"?"
Ye Mingqiu frowned, saying: "I’m fine, you speak as if I’m on the verge of dying, honestly....though unaware of what happened, that thing seems like a supplement, enhancing Spiritual Strength, if I could absorb more, it would be good."
He paused, seriously continued: "Can you help find me more of it? Is there such a thing in this world?"
"Huh?"
Adira scratched his head in bewilderment.
