In theory, the lower sixth-rank Land God Incantation, unleashed at full power, could make all of Bull-Head Mountain tremble three times.
In the Yellow Millet Dream Realm, it would probably blot out the sky and sun, as though the apocalypse had come.
But inside the Land God's temple.
There was no such commotion.
The clamor around him and the stench of corpses vanished once he completed the incantation.
Like smoke swept away by a gale.
The Land God Incantation had worked here, but Lin Feng sensed that within the mountain god's power, the foundations of his strength—the trees and vitality—had all been shut out.
In other words.
If he was injured here.
He could only heal himself with his own life force.
This was a dead zone!
There was something deeply sinister about this Land God Temple.
Lin Feng grew even more wary.
When it came to spatial distance.
This place was unnaturally strange.
It did not merely affect human senses.
Even Lin Feng's wind had been misled here.
Neither his eyes nor his wind could be trusted anymore. Lin Feng did not even know whether he was walking on a path.
He had no idea what lay beneath his feet.
Was it empty space?
Corpses?
Or the soil of the dead?
Lin Feng recalled what Li Pusa had said.
[The horrors of the Underworld, the Uncanny, follow no rules.]
Just like the corpse that had been behind him.
Something intangible, yet capable of inflicting tangible wounds.
Almost impossible to counter.
Had anyone else been here.
They would probably have been dead by now.
So perhaps this place was the Underworld.
Just moments earlier.
When the corpse behind him touched his shoulder, the life percentage displayed after Lin Feng's [Mystic Sustenance Method: Life Seed] had plummeted.
In other words, he