Darkness surged in from every direction like a flood.
Dense branches and leaves, hidden in the darkness and carrying heavy moisture, rushed toward them. They spread like a vast net, ready to snare the flying vessel in one fell swoop.
Even a Dao Integration Stage cultivator's sharp eyes could make out only the nearby vegetation: some pallid white, some bloodred, like bones left bleaching in the open or bloodstains still flowing.
Entwined together, they rapidly covered the entire flying vessel.
Deep within the Abundant Fungus vegetation, rustling sounds continued without end, like a tide surging forward.
At the same time, the flying vessel groaned under the strain as the Eternal Night rapidly began to erode it.
Just as when Ji Changfu had come here last time, it soon plunged uncontrollably to the ground, unable to go any farther.
As if they had sensed fresh outsiders, the surroundings stirred for a while. Countless gazes emerged from the darkness, densely fixed on the flying vessel.
Inside the vessel, simple furnishings and casually arranged protective formations were doing their utmost to resist the Eternal Night, runes rising from them.
Within the formations, alluring sounds rose and fell, making the entire vessel sway as though it were sailing over turbulent waters.
After a good while, that boatlike swaying, along with the other sounds and movements, finally subsided.
Pei Ling got dressed and strode out of the formation, Si Hong Qingyan tucked into the crook of his arm. She leaned weakly against his shoulder, now wearing a crimson crêpe dress. Its off-the-shoulder neckline made her skin look even fairer than snow, while the high slit in the skirt revealed glimpses of jade-white legs as she walked. She looked bewitchingly alluring, her every movement brimming with seduction.
At that moment, Pei Ling sent her a voice