A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 385: Chapter 343: Entering the Forbidden Land

The Golden Core paused for a moment at the ridge entrance. With a sharp glance, he quickly grasped the situation, and spiritual pressure rose, silencing everyone like cicadas in cold weather.

He snorted, ”Just one undead makes you hesitate like this, and you think you can enter this absolute terrain to seek fortune? Without a bit of courage and strategy, you’re worse than dogs outside. Do you think you’ll succeed once inside? It’s pitiful and ridiculous. The ones who die fastest are people like you.”

His words made everyone’s faces flush red with shame, yet no one dared to directly refute him.

Someone recognized the origin of this Golden Core, whispering, ”It’s actually the newly advanced Golden Core from Dachi Tower, Master Yuhu. He’s just entered the Golden Core stage, with limitless potential. Why has he come here?”

They saw Master Yuhu’s figure flicker, golden flames lighting up, and in a leap, he entered the absolute terrain.

The moment he stepped into the terrain, the undead suddenly stopped laughing and abruptly turned her head.

Her face was covered in blood, and her features were firmly stitched with rusty iron wires!

In her hands, she cradled a bloodstained swaddle, and the giggling sound they heard earlier came from within it.

When the living entered, the woman raised the swaddle high, and two pale little hands stretched out from it. There was a sharp scream, but she neither dodged nor evaded, rushing wildly toward Master Yuhu!

Several cultivators exclaimed, involuntarily stepping back a few paces, while Master Yuhu snorted angrily, ”Playing tricks.”

A sudden tiger roar erupted. Master Yuhu waved his hand, and amidst golden flames, an extremely majestic and snow-white tiger slapped down with a paw. With a booming sound, a large pit appeared on the mountain path, and the female corpse within had turned into a puddle of mud.

Witnessing this scene, everyone felt a wave of relief. They thought that though the undead was strange, it still adhered to the principle of strength and weakness and could be killed.

Master Yuhu suddenly exclaimed softly, reaching out to grab a bloodstained baby collar from the flattened swaddle. In the center of the collar was a gem shining with a red light.

”Fire Marrow Treasure Diamond! It’s a Fire Marrow Treasure Diamond!” The impoverished cultivators shouted loudly, their eyes immediately turning red. This was a valuable magical artifact material, unexpectedly found on the undead that the Zhenren casually killed!

At this, boundless greed rose, and even the cultivators who were hesitating earlier now thought about going in to search; perhaps they could pick up some Heavenly and Earthly Treasures along the road and then immediately escape.

Master Yuhu also nodded with satisfaction, putting away the treasure diamond, transforming into a blaze of light, and instantly disappearing without a trace.

”Follow up!” Wang Yu suddenly shouted, ”The Zhenren has paved the way; it’s the safest time to enter now!”

Everyone reacted, shouting, and the crowd surged in.

As the majority rushed in, Wang Yu leisurely touched the storage pouch at his waist, ensuring everything was there, and nodded to the solemn-faced Yang Jiye, ”Senior Brother Yang, you don’t need to wait here for me. Corpse Prison Ridge has several random cracks, and if I get out from elsewhere, I will return directly to Lingsha City.”

These were all pre-arranged, and not only that, if the Yunshan Disciples waited here, it would attract attention. Yang Jiye tightly grasped his arm, though full of reluctance, he could only nod, ”Junior Brother Wang, you must return safely. If it’s impossible, don’t force it. There will always be another chance.”

Wang Yu smiled and nodded, moving forward. Few cultivators remained outside, and suddenly, Old Yang, who had been rumored to wait at the entrance for his son’s return, also wobbled his way forward, stepping into Corpse Prison Ridge.

”Son, Father is here to find you! Come and see Father!”

The elderly, hoarse voice echoed and drifted through the mountains.

Wang Yu felt a stir in his heart, but didn’t look back, quickening his pace, overtaking Old Yang in a few steps, and hurried onward.

Yang Jiye watched his retreating back until the path turned a bend, swallowed entirely by the dark woods, disappeared from view. Only then did he tightly furrow his brows, calling the disciples to mount the Sky Ray.

”Rest for a day. If Junior Brother Wang doesn’t return halfway, we’ll head back to Lingsha City and report this to the Sect Leader.”

As soon as he entered Corpse Prison Ridge, Wang Yu felt extremely strange.

Undoubtedly, there was a spirit vein here, and its grade was certainly not low.

However, the spiritual qi here wasn’t lively like external spirit veins, but instead was cold and heavy. As it entered the body, he felt cold, the meridians sluggish, inevitably creating an extremely oppressive feeling.

Moreover, this place was incredibly strange. Old Yang was shouting loudly all the way, but after Wang Yu put some distance between them and turned a corner, the voice vanished instantly, as if swallowed by the dense forest on either side.

Looking at the pitch-black, shadowy forests on both sides, the corners of Wang Yu’s eyes twitched.

He distinctly saw a pale arm behind a gnarled tree.

There was an undead hiding behind the tree!

Wang Yu instantly activated two Defensive Spiritual Artifacts, a turquoise jade ring forming a thick light shield around him, and a silver shimmering soft armor quietly extended to cover his body’s vital areas.

He stood there, cautiously observing, one hand still on the storage pouch.

But for a full incense stick’s time, the undead didn’t move. Even as Old Yang slowly caught up, voice of his sorrowful calling reigniting, no motion was caused.

Don’t enter the woods; the path is safe.

Recalling this piece of intelligence, Wang Yu hesitated for a moment, looking at the path covered with the footprints of those who went ahead, and cautiously followed it.

The further Wang Yu went, the more frightened he felt, cold sweat breaking out.

Behind the dense woods flanking this path, there were traces of undead everywhere!

Sometimes a foot showed, sometimes half a shoulder, even half a dead face, with blood tears in the ghastly white eyes silently watching the mountain path.

This forest might contain hundreds or thousands of undead, silently watching the travelers on the path!

Even though Wang Yu was usually calm, at this moment, his scalp tingled, his hand reaching into the storage pouch, his Divine Sense pushed to the maximum.

He was an Elder of the Yunshan Sect, and by rights, he could practice the highest Third-Grade Cultivation Technique available, but after careful consideration, he chose the Fourth-Grade Cultivation Technique, the same one Jiang Baitao practiced, the ”Divine Illumination Immortal Ascension Technique.”

This technique greatly enhances Divine Sense. Although it doesn’t increase its total volume, it improves its quality, making his Divine Sense increasingly keen and resilient, naturally enhancing his speed of thought and perceptual ability.

With the pressure of being watched by hundreds or thousands of undead, he carefully moved forward swiftly, without being attacked, forming some conjecture in his heart.

Just then, after turning another sharp bend, he suddenly saw several cultivators moving ahead in unison, slowly advancing.

He heard one of the cultivators softly encouraging himself, ”It’s alright, as long as we don’t enter the woods, these undead won’t move.”

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly there was a rustling sound in the woods, a multitude of ghastly white faces peeked out from behind the trees, all staring at him!