Thinking that these so-called forbidden lands were all corpses, Li Su felt thoroughly unsettled, deeply uncomfortable.
It was not that he was being squeamish. After all, he had killed no few people along the way. Beneath the glittering Buddha Land lay heaps upon heaps of white bones.
What made him feel ill at ease was that these corpses were far too powerful.
For corpses to retain such immense influence after so many long years of death—who knew whether they were truly dead through and through?
What if they had not died completely?
The radiation leaking from a single arm was enough that Li Su could not approach without a supreme treasure. If it happened not to be dead, the story would undoubtedly become quite horrifying.
The more he thought about it, the more Li Su felt something was terribly wrong. He immediately began retreating.
Fortunately, he had absorbed very little of the radiation in this space. After all, the power of deathly stillness did not match his Dao and was difficult to digest directly. Instead, the Dao inscriptions had absorbed quite a bit.
Looking at the somewhat cracked Dao inscriptions, he could not help staring at them for a long while. Only after confirming that no intelligence had been born within did he relax slightly.
No matter what, he could not stay long in a forbidden land. According to the Kindling Flame Banner, this place affected one's fortune.
He would find somewhere, figure out how to break through, then after breaking through, head deeper in to see if he could make it across to the South Heaven Gate. If not, he would withdraw first.
Very quickly, Li Su retreated to a more outer region.
Here, the power of deathly stillness had already dropped considerably. Even without a supreme treasure, he