Walking through the Flowers of Death, the eerie singing made people irritated and uneasy, creating a feeling that they could no longer control themselves.
The strange pain coming from every part of the body was more than enough to completely destroy a person's will.
The sorrow and pain radiating from the Flowers of Death formed a wave-like oppression, as if sinking someone to the bottom of the sea. The pale Mental Pollution around him swayed like fish, while the interwoven spiritual radiation was so dense that it truly felt as though he were deep beneath the sea. It clogged every pore and made it impossible to breathe.
The entire forest of the dead was like a sea filled with surging undercurrents, saturated with every negative emotion.
To a certain extent, it was even like a shallow abyss.
Every emotion encompassed by death could be found here in its corresponding form, churning like turbulent currents.
Any spirit in this sea was enough to be destroyed.
The fear, unwillingness, and pain toward death contained within the Flowers of Death themselves, as well as the anger and curses toward those who had turned them into this state, were all hidden within the spirits that crawled out of the dead. Through the Flowers of Death's unique existence, they radiated outward bit by bit, affecting everyone around them.
If death was a proposition,
then this forest had interpreted that proposition to perfection.
Lu Xin walked through this sea, carefully sensing and experiencing everything.
He was trying to understand what pain felt like.
It was an excellent way to verify the Seven Steps Theory he had just learned about.
Simply reading the information was not enough. He needed practical experience.
At that moment, Lu Xin was like a young man who had just begun studying