As they ventured deeper into the island, the oppressive atmosphere of the primeval forest grew heavier. The gnarled roots of towering ancient trees sprawled across the ground like giant pythons, while dense canopies blocked out the already dim daylight, leaving the forest shrouded in murky darkness. The air was thick with moisture and the stench of rotting leaves. Every step onto the deep layer of humus produced a dull sound that rang especially clearly in the dead silence.
Ling Feng led the way, pushing the Eye of Destiny to its limit. His powerful Spiritual Power spread out like an invisible radar net, cautiously scanning every movement within several hundred meters ahead and avoiding possible Soul Beast traps and Energy Nodes. Hu Liena followed closely behind, her sharp senses granted by the Demon Fox Spirit fully activated as she watched the flanks and rear. The two moved silently through the perilous forest like the most seasoned hunters.
As they continued deeper, the divine fluctuations from the island's center—the Sea God's aura—became increasingly distinct, washing over their souls like invisible tides. At the same time, that resilient life fluctuation—the Blue Silver Emperor's aura—flickered in and out like a candle in the wind, carrying an indescribable sorrow and... weakness. The consciousness imprint of Tang San within Ling Feng was stirred alternately by those two auras like an unstable bomb, sometimes falling silent and sometimes erupting with intense pain and longing, further disrupting the already unstable energy in his body.
What weighed even more heavily on Ling Feng was the Rakshasa Curse palm print on his chest. Stimulated by the divine aura, it was like an awakened venomous snake. Its burning sensation and corrosive force had clearly intensified, and the dark purple markings showed faint signs of spreading outward. He had no choice but