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The moment Shen Mo stepped through the gates of the Hall of Reincarnation, he felt an indescribable sense of stagnation and heaviness. It was as if he had passed through a viscous film of water, or as if he had stepped into a frozen space-time.

The omnipresent gray-white death aura of reincarnation around him suddenly thickened several times, seeping into his clothes like ice water and drilling straight into his bone marrow, carrying a chilling cold that erodes life and freezes the soul.

The previously indistinct cries, wails, and murmurs from countless ghosts suddenly became clear and noisy, like thousands of fine needles pricking the eardrums and disturbing the mind.

"Guard your mind! Circulate your cultivation technique to protect your soul!" Shen Mo shouted in a low voice. The clear light of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl flowed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and a thin halo with a chaotic aura enveloped his entire body, blocking out most of the coldness and noise.

Su Xiao, Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, and A Yuan also activated their spiritual power, and various protective spiritual lights shone, like a few faint fireflies in the thick darkness of death energy.

Beyond the gate lay not the spacious hall I had imagined, but an incredibly long, sloping, and enormous passageway.

The passageway is over ten zhang wide and its ceiling is not visible. The walls on both sides are not ordinary bricks and stones, but a strange material that has a dark metallic luster, yet is covered with cracks and damage marks.

The walls are inlaid with countless bronze lamps that have long been extinguished and covered in dust. Their shapes are ancient and ferocious, neither beast nor human, with empty eye sockets that seem to be staring at the intruders.

The ground was covered with huge, equally cracked black stone slabs, engraved with indistinct and incomprehensible runes that stretched into the depths of darkness.

The air was thick with a musty, rusty, and nauseating odor, a strange mix of sandalwood and blood.

"This place is creepy!" Shi Tie rubbed his arms and muttered under his breath. He was physically strong and had vigorous blood and qi, so he was particularly sensitive to this kind of yin and deathly aura. At this moment, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if countless cold little insects were crawling on his skin.

"Silence." Su Xiao's voice was cold as she sharply scanned her surroundings. Her shadow magic seemed to be suppressed here, and her perception range was greatly reduced, but she could still sense the unsettling feeling of being watched from the darkness.

Zhao Qingyan held a "Bright Light Pearl" that emitted a soft white light, illuminating an area of ​​several feet in front of her.

As the light reached, one could see the broken lamps on the wall. Inside the lamps, there seemed to be some dark red, solidified residue, whether it was grease or something else, I don't know.

A-Yuan followed closely behind Shen Mo, her face pale, her hand gripping Shen Mo's clothes trembling slightly.

Once inside, the strange light deep within her pupils pulsed even more violently. She whispered, her voice trembling with sobs, "So many...so many sounds...inside the walls...crying...shouting in pain...and...and the sound of teeth grinding...underground...something is moving..."

Shen Mo's heart skipped a beat. A Yuan's intuition once again confirmed the danger of this place. Was something sealed inside the walls? Was there something alive underground?

He dared not be negligent and spread his divine sense to the maximum extent, but in this strange palace, his divine sense was greatly suppressed, as if he had sunk into a quagmire. He could only barely extend it to about ten feet. Beyond that, there was only chaos and noise, filled with chaotic soul power fluctuations and a distorted sense of spacetime.

"Stay close to me, watch your step and sides, and don't touch anything," Shen Mo instructed in a deep voice, taking the lead and slowly moving forward along the sloping passageway.

Footsteps echoed hollowly on the cold, black stone slabs, carrying far through the deathly silent passageway, adding to the eeriness of the place.

The passageway seemed endless, descending gently, yet giving the illusion of constantly sinking into an abyss. After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all that remained ahead was endless darkness and silence, with only the faint sound of footsteps and suppressed breathing of the group.

The damage to the walls on both sides was becoming increasingly severe, with some areas even showing huge holes, as if they had been smashed open by some enormous creature, revealing an even deeper darkness behind them. At the edges of the holes, there were charred marks and claw marks, a horrifying sight.

"Sect Leader, this place...something's not right." Zhao Qingyan suddenly stopped, her brows furrowed, and pointed to a wall ahead. "Are we...going in circles? I think I just saw this broken lamp."

She was pointing to a strangely shaped bronze lamp that resembled a three-headed bird, one of whose heads was missing and the broken end looked very new.

Shen Mo's gaze sharpened, and he stopped in his tracks. He had already noticed that the passageway did not seem to be a straight line, but rather that under the influence of some strange force, space had been distorted and folded, creating an effect similar to "being trapped in a maze."

The divine sense is severely disturbed in this place, and the sense of direction is extremely easy to lose.

"It's a spatial distortion, superimposed with an illusion array." Shen Mo concentrated and sensed for a moment before slowly saying, "This palace is a self-contained space, with laws different from the outside, and there are remnants of ancient arrays interfering with perception."

"Ah Yuan, which 'voice' do you feel is clearest? Or rather, which 'feeling' you have the strongest... feeling? Is it attraction or repulsion?"

He needed to rely on A-Yuan's special spiritual senses to orient himself. This place was dangerous; blindly wandering around would have unimaginable consequences.

A-Yuan's eyes were closed, her small hands clenched tightly, her body trembling slightly, as if she were trying hard to discern. After a moment, she pointed to an inconspicuous, shadowy fork in the path on the left side of the passage, her voice filled with uncertain fear:

"Over there... the noise is the loudest... lots of people are fighting... screaming... and... a very fragrant... very strong smell... but... but it's also terrifying, like a giant mouth is about to devour people..."

"fragrant? "?" Shi Tie sniffed, puzzled. "I only smell a musty and bloody odor, where did the fragrance come from?"

Shen Mo and Su Xiao exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes. A Yuan sensed the "fragrance" and... "I'm afraid it's not a good thing at all; it's very likely some kind of trap or illusion targeting the soul."

"Let's go check it out, but stay alert," Shen Mo decided.

Ah Yuan's senses are the only clue at the moment, and we must investigate them no matter what.

He subtly made a hand seal with his fingertips, and an extremely fine thread of pale golden spiritual energy silently adhered to the wall behind him, leaving an almost imperceptible mark.

This is a little trick he learned from the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, which can leave behind unique spacetime coordinates to prevent being completely lost.

The group turned toward the dark side passage. The side passage was much narrower than the main passage, allowing only two people to walk side by side. The walls were also more dilapidated, and dark red, vein-like, writhing patterns could be seen in the cracks, exuding an ominous aura.

The "fragrance" in the air was indeed a bit stronger. It wasn't the sweet scent of flowers and fruits, but a strange smell that was sweet and cloying, like aged wine mixed with rotting petals. Taking a breath, one felt a slight ripple in their mind, a kind of lazy and intoxicating feeling.

"Hold your breath! This fragrance is bewitching!" Zhao Qingyan exclaimed urgently, waving her jade hand as a purifying talisman enveloped everyone, dispelling some of the sweetness. Everyone quickly circulated their internal energy to resist the fragrance's assault.

The fork in the road was short; after walking a few dozen feet, the path suddenly opened up, revealing a small, almost circular stone chamber.

In the center of the stone chamber, there was a dried-up pool with a dark red substance at the bottom that looked like congealed blood.

Around the pool, several skeletons, long since turned to white bones, lay scattered about. The bones were an eerie gray-black color, covered with fine holes that looked as if they had been gnawed by insects.