The road ahead grew ever more difficult.
Without the scholar, without the Eight Trigrams Evil-Warding Disk, without predictions of fortune and calamity, the surrounding soil, rocks, every blade of grass and tree all became strange and perilous. No one knew whether Evil Spirits lay in ambush within them, or pollutants lurked there.
True Person Situ sighed inwardly.
He should have realized it sooner. The scholar had been the key to this journey, and he should have kept a closer eye on him. Yet he had not expected him to be taken out by the "blade" right at the start.
Even now, True Person Situ was baffled as to what exactly had beguiled the scholar and caused his fall.
The ancient records of Mysterious Mechanism Valley contained far too little concerning evil gods.
Their experience in dealing with evil gods was truly far too lacking.
The road ahead was shrouded in fog. Every twisted law was utterly unfamiliar; one careless misstep, and they would be doomed beyond redemption.
True Person Situ let out a faint sigh.
"Take it one step at a time..."
Without the scholar, they could only rely on their own Thought Power to calculate fortune and misfortune.
Not only True Person Situ—every cultivator present had to begin
observing for themselves and calculating the dangers around them. Only then would it be somewhat safer.
But the consumption of Divine Consciousness would also begin to intensify.
For this journey, they were all using their Primordial Spirit bodies. The expenditure of Divine Consciousness meant their strength was being expended as well.
Perhaps that too was part of the evil god's scheme.
But at this moment, True Person Situ had no time to worry about so much.
If they could successfully reach the Evil Fetus, that might already be good enough. Before