Li Bufan acknowledged him, storing Mystic Sting inside the Small Cauldron as well. Then he concealed his aura, extended his Spiritual Sense ahead, avoided the spiderwebs, and headed deeper into the forest.
The forest was even darker and damper than outside, its air thick with a powerful stench of rot.
A vast number of bones lay scattered across the ground. Some were as large as cattle or horses, while others were as small as rats and rabbits. Every bone was covered in dense tooth marks and traces of spider silk.
Li Bufan swept his Spiritual Sense over the bones and discovered that some even belonged to human cultivators. It seemed that quite a few cultivators had tried to enter this region in search of treasure over the years, but most had simply become a meal for that spider.
He continued onward, his steps light and cautious.
His Spiritual Sense scouted the way ahead, precisely avoiding every strand of spider silk.
The deeper he went, the taller the trees grew, and the webs in their canopies became denser and thicker.
Eventually, almost no light could be seen overhead. Countless intertwined strands of silk covered the entire sky like a colossal dome, shutting out every ray of light.
What lay beneath his feet was no longer soil, but a thick, soft mat formed from spider silk and decaying matter. Every step caused it to sink slightly.
After traveling through the dim forest for a little over two hours, Li Bufan's view suddenly opened up ahead.
At the end of that webbed dome, a pitch-black tombstone stood alone in an open clearing.
The tombstone was about the height of a person. Its surface was covered in weathered marks, and it emanated an ancient, grim, murderous aura.
Behind the tombstone was the entrance to