Chapter 572: Chapter 515: The Secret of the Small World
Are you out of your mind!
If you want to die, don’t rush into it!
Liu Zongyuan’s scalp tingled as he looked at the empty ground, only wanting to curse.
And Han Yu! At this moment, he was leisurely diving down. After roughly dropping a hundred feet, a vague power of isolation appears.
It seemed to be blocking Han Yu from proceeding further.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Artifact Spirit suddenly spoke, especially considering Han Yu’s damn bad luck combined with an unfamiliar environment, it always felt like nothing good would happen.
As it spoke, the isolating force gradually solidified, shimmering like a thin film.
Han Yu thought to test it, just lightly touching it, after all... seeking death and courting death are two different things.
But he forgot, with him, these are the same thing.
Pop!
Han Yu, looking like he’d seen a ghost, dumbly stared at his outstretched hand.
Damn, I punctured the membrane!
This... this damn thing is too fragile...
The next moment, a violent and chaotic energy surged madly from outside the membrane, and Han Yu, without even having time to react, was wrapped by this energy and pulled out.
Damn!
What the hell is this thing.
Han Yu was shocked, trying frantically to escape upward, but this chaotic energy seemed determined to entangle him, continuously pulling in its mad rage.
In their mutual struggle, Han Yu could only barely manage to maintain his position.
"You can’t hold on like this."
Artifact Spirit panicked instantly, as Han Yu’s strength was not inexhaustible. Once Han Yu was exhausted, or if the power in his Sea of Consciousness was depleted, the end result would still be being dragged out.
Han Yu was even more panicked, since this pulling force was not only endless but seemed to be gradually increasing.
This is deadly!
"I told you to stop courting death, now think of a way."
The Artifact Spirit exclaimed anxiously.
"Stop shouting, I’m thinking."
Han Yu replied helplessly, as the surrounding soil simultaneously gathered and wrapped him tightly, pinning him firmly in place.
But it didn’t last long; the chaotic energy rushed through, swallowing the soil like peeling an eggshell.
Han Yu, refusing to give up, gathered the soil again, fully embedding his back in it, trying to use the Earth Power underground to resist.
The idea was wonderful, but reality was too cruel.
The whole land could withstand this power, but he might not be able to.
In less than two-hour’s time, Han Yu’s cries rang out from underground.
"Ah... it hurts, it hurts..."
His fixed body couldn’t withstand the pulling force, the pain feeling akin to being torn apart.
He really couldn’t take it anymore; if this continued, he would either be drained of energy and pulled out,
or his physical body would break down and die miserably inside.
Han Yu would definitely choose the former, the latter was just too tragic.
When he released the Earth Power’s grip on him, he suddenly felt the suction force increase, pulling him a few feet out; even that short distance almost dragged him out of the membrane.
Han Yu looked through the punctured hole, his spine chilling instantly...
...
This guy is done for.
Liu Zongyuan had already declared Han Yu’s death in his heart.
The whole land was crafted in an exotic space outside of Heaven and Earth; inside the land was naturally safe beyond measure, while outside it was chaotic spatial turbulence.
Once an ordinary cultivator set foot in it, there was no chance of survival.
"Where is he?"
When eleven streaks of light fell from the mountain top, they saw Liu Zongyuan with a dumbfounded look.
The elder quickly asked.
"Disappeared underground, it’s been almost half a two-hour."
Liu Zongyuan sighed.
Everyone turned pale; half a two-hour! That time was probably enough for Han Yu to reach the lowest level, and it was already predictable what could happen...
Are you out of your mind!
It’s not the way to die, even if you’re full and bored.
The elder looked grim; he’d rushed over as soon as possible, but it still wasn’t fast enough.
That’s right, if he hadn’t touched the restriction, the one in the main hall wouldn’t have alerted me.
This is too ridiculous; doesn’t this guy have any reverence at all?
"Why didn’t you tell him about the peculiarities of this place?"
The elder raised his eyebrows at Liu Zongyuan, who looked aggrieved, "I told him."
"Did your old habit strike again, saying only half of it and keeping the other half to yourself?"
After the old Daoist finished speaking, he saw Liu Zongyuan with a look of speechlessness and shook his head helplessly.
It seems to be pretty much the same as expected. Liu Zongyuan is good at everything, but he has one bad habit: he likes to feign profundity, always speaking in half-truths.
It’s fine if someone understands him, but if it were someone else... Han Yu would end up like that.
"Then this guy probably has no hope."
A certain Celestial Dao Sect cultivator sighed deeply.
Since it stands as a small world within the foreign realm, naturally, one should know that the space outside the small world is an unfiltered chaotic space.
Once you set foot there, you will probably be torn to pieces by the chaotic spatial forces instantly.
"It’s been so long since he went down there, there’s probably not even a scrap left."
Another cultivator sighed with regret.
"What a pity, the promised gift hasn’t even been given yet!"
"Let’s wait a bit longer! There might still be a chance."
Yet the old Daoist suddenly shook his head, indicating that the one at the main hall had already noticed Han Yu upon entering.
Told to wait down here, it might mean that Han Yu is not dead yet.
Moreover, the power of the spatial chaos might not be able to kill him, thinking of Han Yu’s injuries just now.
Even his chest was crushed, something fatal to others, yet he could still jump around alive.
Perhaps his strong body can endure it, but the old Daoist cannot guarantee Han Yu will be okay.
After all, besides tearing apart, the spatial chaos will constantly pull him into that chaotic foreign realm, and once in, he’s truly doomed.
...
Doomed!
Han Yu finally saw what was outside through the membrane.
Outside was nothing, just an empty darkness, no sign of light, no sight of anything, only chaotic forces filled it.
This vast darkness, especially, had no boundaries visible, nor did he know how large it really was. But one thing was certain, if entered, it would be unbearable.
"Unbearable? Entering means certain death."
The Artifact Spirit was jumping and shouting.
"I can sense it’s a void of deathly silence there. If you enter, sooner or later you’d turn into ashes, becoming part of it."
The Artifact Spirit’s words scared him stiff, was it really that terrifying?
He did not doubt the Artifact Spirit’s insight for a moment. For it to declare a place a certainty of death, it must be a perilous danger.
"You really brought this upon yourself!"
The Artifact Spirit was exasperated, gritting its teeth in reprimand.
"How was I supposed to know the underground was off-limits?"
He was just curious about what the so-called small world looked like, so he’d used Earth Escape to take a look; never did he expect such a situation.
So, the so-called small world was just a piece of territory carved out in a spot of chaotic space.
Fog surrounding the mountain peaks was a forbidden zone, the underground was another; naturally, flying up would be the same.
It was like an isolated island in a vast ocean, with only the inside being safe.
It turns out the small world was like this.
The cost of satisfying his curiosity was too great.
Continuing like this, Han Yu felt he was finished. After a moment of gnashing his teeth, sudden white flames enveloped his body entirely.
"What are you trying to do?"
The Artifact Spirit was shocked, hurriedly trying to stop him.
"I’ll try blasting myself back."
In this situation, without overwhelming explosive force, no power would be effective.
"Doing so would get you killed quicker, you believe it or not."
The Artifact Spirit pointed at the fluorescent membrane. If Han Yu exploded, who knows how large the gap would become; before he could be blasted away, the expanding gap’s force might pull him in first.
"I don’t care, let’s give it a try."
Han Yu couldn’t bother with that much. As he was about to make a move, a ethereal voice suddenly echoed from below.
The voice was rather helpless, "You’ve won. I don’t know what bad luck those twelve fools had to encounter you."
"Who? Who’s there..."
Han Yu was startled and just as he was about to turn and find the source of the voice, a sudden inexplicable force slapped him unconscious...
The Artifact Spirit was almost scared senseless; it heard the voice too, but before anything was revealed, Han Yu’s face had been inexplicably slapped swollen by some bizarre force.
Passing out at such a critical moment would surely lead to disaster. Just when it was about to try waking Han Yu up, Ping suddenly moved, spraying a mist that instantly covered the entire Sea of Consciousness.
Unable to understand, it then discovered Han Yu, who should have been teetering, had suddenly become fixed in place.
When the voice sounded again, a sense of unease inexplicably filled the Artifact Spirit’s heart.
"Strange, why is this kid’s Sea of Consciousness so obscure?"
"And this body is very peculiar."
"And his courage is absurd. I originally wanted to watch the show, but never expected this kid to try blasting the spatial barrier; he’s trying to take this damaged small world to the grave with him!"
In a murmur of self-talk, an unseen force instantly sealed the gap. After a brilliant light, the membrane was restored to its original state.
Han Yu, further, was flung by this sudden force; even in his unconscious state, his head sharply broke through the soil and rushed upwards.
Outside, as a group of Celestial Dao Sect people awaited, they sensed a sudden rumble from below and then saw a figure breaking through the earth...
