After walking for another stretch about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the group saw that the animals in the forest, insects included, all had those black threads wrapped around their bodies.
The farther they went, the more black threads coiled around the plants, animals, and insects. Until at last, everything before them was wound in Black Silk, forming an airtight wall of black thread that blocked the road ahead.
Everyone stopped and stared at the layers upon layers of silk wall before them. It was not only in front of them; the surrounding trees were all tangled with black threads as well, dense and overlapping.
"What do we do now?" Old Ancestor Fengyue did not say anything like they should have listened to him earlier and taken the riverside route. He knew saying that now would serve no purpose besides making people dislike him.
"I wonder if burning it will cause trouble?" Tian Buyi summoned Scarlet Flame and stared fixedly at the silk wall in front of them.
"It probably won't burn!" Luo Yunji's arms were each being held by Zhang Xiaofan and He Dazhi. Tilting his head, he looked past Tian Buyi's back at the silk wall ahead and spoke.
When Tian Buyi heard that, he turned his head and looked at him in surprise. "Why?"
"They aren't threads!" Luo Yunji blinked and replied.
"Not threads?" After hearing that, Ghost King and Old Ancestor Fengyue both stepped forward in confusion and carefully examined the Black Silk.
Ghost King even reached out a finger and plucked at those threads, discovering that whether in touch or elasticity, they were no different from silk threads.
"Oh! Also!" Luo Yunji watched as Ghost King's finger continued to fiddle with those black threads and said, "They feel a bit