The Twelve-Sided Die finally rolled to the position it was supposed to reach.
Xu Fangshi sat on the ground and let out a long breath.
He settled cross-legged. As a Fangshi, what he recited was not an incantation.
It was a poem.
"The great carriage rattles, woolen robes green as reeds.
Do I not yearn for you? I fear you dare not.
The great carriage rumbles, woolen robes red as jade.
Do I not yearn for you? I fear you will not flee with me.
Alive, we dwell apart; dead, we share one grave.
If you doubt my word, let the bright sun bear witness."
He slapped his thighs with both hands, feeling the earth veins surge and shoot skyward. He stopped struggling and quietly awaited death.
The Deathly Aura would destroy everything.
It mercilessly destroyed the vines and Jianmu above. The insects rotted away along with Jianmu.
And down below...
After a rumbling crash, Lin Feng felt the earth veins beneath his feet begin to heave.
It was as though he stood on the deck of a small boat tossed by raging waves.
The ground began to split!
Gunshots rang out nearby. In this place filled with Deathly Aura, the activity of these people seemed to bring everything "alive."
It diluted the stagnant atmosphere. Lin Feng kept watching the screen, seeing cracks begin to spread across it.
He watched the screen shatter, exposing the corpses inside!
Densely packed corpses. Densely packed "Historians."
Lin Feng walked over.
The people firing their guns had also charged out.
That sense of renewed activity was no illusion. The gunshots had "awakened" this place. The "ascension to immortality" had begun.
The disordered earth veins stirred up chaotic winds, which caught these "dead" Immortals and sent them flying every which way.
They had begun to