Chapter 575 – Blood Cocoon
Chapter 575 – Blood Cocoon
At another entrance to the mountain valley.
This channel was unexpectedly long. The group of several people walked for a long time but still didn’t see an end.
Luckily, they kept Sang Zhu’s plans in mind. They cautiously moved forwards, not encountering any accidents.
"Brother Xu, is there something wrong?"
Someone in the group suddenly said. The others revealed concerned looks. They didn’t fully trust Sang Zhu, but had no other choice due to the situation they were in.
The cultivator surnamed Xu had considerable knowledge in array formations. He thought for a moment and said, "I won’t hide what I know. The array formation formed by this Yellow Springs Fog contains the highest truths of the world’s yin and yang. I can only see a little bit of it, but from what I can tell there shouldn’t be a problem."
Everyone appeared a little more relaxed. In truth, they already knew of this, but when they heard this surname Xu repeat their affirmations, they felt a bit better at heart.
At this moment there was a loud bang above everyone’s heads, like a thunderclap appearing out of nowhere.
The scene around them began to change.
The surname Xu cultivator began to shout out, "This is bad! The channel is going to close down; we must leave!"
Everyone turned to flee for their lives but it was already too late. The shattered space swallowed them all up.
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The third channel.
The ground dissolved, turning into tumbling crimson liquid. Faint tendrils of it rose up into the air. It looked weak and thin, but it actually possessed an incredible toughness.
They were like some sort of complex and developed root system. No matter how the several cultivators tried to struggle, it slowly and tenaciously crawled all over their bodies.
Then, the red tendrils forcefully contracted, dragging the cultivators into the crimson liquid. With a wave of air bubbles rising to the surface, they all vanished from sight.
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The fourth channel.
The group was stranded in fog, looks of extreme horror on their faces. Fortunately, as long as they stood still, this black fog didn’t move towards them.
While there were no dangers for the time being, waiting in fear of the unknown still left them suffering.
Not too far away from the group, Sang Zhu’s face appeared in the black fog. Her cold eyes fell upon the several people. Then, moments later, she disappeared.
From start to finish these people didn’t notice that Sang Zhu had arrived. And, they especially didn’t know that they had just experienced a brush with death.
Of course, the reason they survived wasn’t because Sang Zhu was weak-hearted. Rather, Sang Zhu wasn’t sure if the sacrificial offerings she had prepared were enough for her to smoothly achieve her goal.
Leaving them behind was to serve as bait. If the sacrifices weren’t enough, she could use these people to draw even more cultivators here.
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Deep within the mountain valley, covered by endless black fog, there was a blood red cocoon that constantly beat like a heart.
Countless red blood vessels drilled out from its surface, weaving together into tentacles.
On the end of each tentacle was a translucent air bubble. Each air bubble had a cultivator held within.
If one carefully sensed the situation, they would discover that the life auras of these cultivators were weakening at a slow rate.