Fuxi had been watching Luo Zheng closely. When he saw Luo Zheng's pained expression gradually ease, he grew intensely curious.
"Luo Zheng, did you seal off your hearing?" Fuxi asked through divine sense.
Luo Zheng was still carefully distinguishing the low chanting. At Fuxi's question, he shook his head. "No."
"Then you don't seem to be suffering anymore..." Fuxi was even more astonished.
"The howling stopped. Those uncanny beings you mentioned seem to be chanting something now," Luo Zheng replied.
"Chanting something!" Fuxi's eyebrows shot up.
Before Fuxi and Nuwa had passed through the Howling Path, they had made meticulous preparations.
After all, the slightest carelessness on the way to Shangqing Heaven could cost them their lives.
While hiding in the straw shelter, they had likewise sealed off their hearing. But to keep track of conditions outside, Fuxi had taken a small mouse out of his Spirit Beast Pouch at regular intervals.
The howls along the Howling Path were immensely powerful. These mice had been caught in Taiqing Heaven and were close relatives of Bo Rats. Although they could not be considered an "alien race," they were by no means particularly weak.
Yet before a mouse could last three breaths, its eyes would turn blood-red. Then, amid its frantic struggles, its head would burst, killing it.
Daytime on the Howling Path lasted twelve hours, while nighttime lasted twenty.
Every two hours, Fuxi would release a mouse to test the situation.
The results showed that the howling continued for the full twenty hours, right until dawn.
Only after daybreak, when the mouse Fuxi released remained unharmed, did he and Nuwa dare restore their hearing.
Judging from the mice's reactions, the uncanny beings' howling would continue throughout the entire night.
Luo Zheng now claimed that the howling had stopped. That was simply