Chapter 624: 272: The World Inside the Monster!
Revenge on the Ancestor (Extra for Monthly Ticket)_1 Chapter 624: 272: The World Inside the Monster!
Revenge on the Ancestor (Extra for Monthly Ticket)_1 The moment he realized something was amiss with his Divine Sense, abruptly, a high bulge surfaced from Soul Devouring Ancestor’s abdomen.
Oozing from his seven orifices-terminal areas like his nose and his eyes, sticky black tentacles suddenly sprang forth.
They darted forth like streaks of dark lightning, striking Chen Dengming’s Divine Sense.
Chen Dengming felt an instant sharp pain, as if his spirit was severed, the pain reaching deep down to his spirit was comparable to someone chopping off his fingers.
His extended Divine Sense seemed to have been bitten, chewed, and partly swallowed by something.
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He immediately withdrew his Divine Sense instinctively.
At the same time, waves suddenly surged on the chilling liquid surface before him.
Numerous sleek, spine-chilling tentacles dashed towards him.
Chen Dengming had just withdrawn all of his Divine Sense when the slick tentacles emerged from the surface.
It struck a chord in his mind.
In an instant, he gathered his mind, discarding all mortal thoughts.
Immersing himself fully in the Spiritual Platform, he entered the state of the Unity of Heaven and Man.
“Swoosh!
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The tentacles oozing an eerie and bone-chilling aura, at once became blind and froze in mid-air.
They slowly extended outward in all directions.
Chen Dengming remained motionless, letting numerous slick tentacles pass by right in front of him.
Two of them even brushed his cheeks, allowing him to feel the icy, grim touch.
It was akin to the Nether Spring’s water, chilling to the bone.
He was like a block of icy stone.
His spirit was calm and serene.
His emotions did not fluctuate, unfazed and unafraid.
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“Swoosh ——”
The tentacles retracted quickly like lightning, disappearing into the chilling liquid below and retracting into Soul Devouring Ancestor’s body.
After a short while, the liquid began to surface.
In Chen Dengming’s gradually narrowing gaze, Soul Devouring Ancestor’s corpse suddenly emerged from the water.
This Nascent Soul old creature was emitting an intimidating Spiritual Might that hadn’t faded away yet.
His eyeballs were still revolving.
However, he already possessed completely jet-black eyes that made one’s hair stand on end.
Upon examining closely, they appeared taken over and controlled by the black tentacles from earlier.
Chen Dengming stood upright on the spot, holding his breath, suppressing the waves in his heart.
He behaved like a wooden mannequin-should he move in the slightest, it would spoil everything.
“Drip drip drop drop ——”
A few droplets of liquid dripped onto the ground.
Black tentacles and black fog seeped out from the bottom of the Soul Devouring Ancestor’s black robe, suspending his body off the surface.
They brushed past Chen Dengming.
Although Chen Dengming’s mind remained unswayed, goosebumps erupted all over his neck.
He felt like a massive block of ice just flew past him, causing the surrounding temperature to drop abruptly.
He didn’t dare to glance sideways.
He could only vaguely see Soul Devouring Ancestor’s scowling face from the corner of his eye.
He noted a Storage Bag dangling from the waist belt of his seemingly top-tiered Robe.
Suddenly, the figure paused for a moment, its position was at a nearly forty-five-degree angle to him.
Chen Dengming’s palms started to sweat, feeling warm and sticky.
His mind was racing.
What was he doing?
Why did he abruptly stop?
Did he discover me?
“Thump——”
Just then, a clear sound similar to wood knocking on a rock reached Chen Dengming’s ears.
From the corner of his eye, Chen Dengming caught sight of the ‘Soul Devouring Ancestor’ pounding his Ebony Staff against the rocky wall a few times, creating that sound.
Then from his sleeve, a thick black tendril, akin to black hair strands, extended and coiled around the Ebony staff.
After a while, he seemed displeased and threw the staff away, as if he found it useless and burdensome.
After discarding the Ebony Staff, the figure proceeded to float forward, gradually disappearing down the winding path amidst gusts of chilly winds and black fog.
His shadow was devoured by the darkness.
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Only after the figure of the Soul Devouring Ancestor had completely vanished for dozens of breaths time.
Chen Dengming, who was previously as rigid as a statue, began to move slightly, looking back.
After contemplation, he decided to use some of his energy and Dao Force to deploy his Heavenly Vision to observe the surrounding area.
Compared to Divine Sense, it was more challenging for Senluo’s descendants to detect this Dao Force type of observation.
He dared not expand it too much.
After ascertaining that the area within a few miles around him was safe, he sighed in relief.
Through Heavenly Vision, he also noticed that the winding path below had several forks halfway through, leading to unknown places.
“This path is very bizarre…”
Chen Dengming looked down at the ground that felt as sticky as glue under his feet, a flash of blue light emitting from his eyes.
The Heavenly Vision pierced through the ground to glimpse underneath.
When he dug roughly half a foot down, he was suddenly overwhelmed with an inexplicably drastic sense of oppression.
This aura was identical to that of Senluo’s descendants, yet it was even more terrifying.
The moment he came in contact with it, he felt his heart being paralyzed by lightning, causing him to shudder.
At the same time, he observed pipe-like black tubes deep down the ground.
The tubes spread in multiple directions, with the chilling liquid he saw earlier slowly flowing within them.
An invisible wave of energy, like a barely audible breath, occasionally arose from the ground as if the surface was living.
Upon observing this, a frightening thought suddenly bubbled up inside Chen Dengming’s mind.
“Could this possibly…be inside a grand Senluo?”
“Could it be the Senluo incarnation?”
Chen Dengming’s body shivered, as if he had just been electrocuted.
When he thought about how he ended up in the same morgue as the formidable late-stage Nascent Soul creature, Soul Devouring Ancestor, he couldn’t help but believe this was likely to be the case.
He immediately looked around him.
Then, he forced himself to calm down, taking a deep breath.
He covertly wiped the perspiration from his palms onto his robe, with his gaze landing on the Ebony Staff on the ground.
Given the situation, panicking would only lead to chaos.