The incident was over, but Chu Mo could not feel the slightest joy.
The outline of the flame gradually sharpened, revealing its true form. A lantern-a lantern held in someone's hand.
The lantern bearer wore a tattered black robe and slowly, leisurely approached, one step at a time. A black hood concealed its face, looking from afar like an expanse of emptiness.
Above its head was that same empty expanse, without a trace of a health bar.
[Area event triggered: Guide]
"This can't be right!" Chu Mo's expression had turned utterly dark.
He had once read an account of the [Guide] in the Heart-Settling Abbey's records: "When you encounter the lantern, follow it. You must not resist."
Anyone touched by the light of its lantern would helplessly follow it away. Where did they go? No one knew, and no one had ever returned.
Three hundred years ago, there had been a kingdom named Ji. Its ruler refused to believe the warnings. Relying on his cultivation at the peak of the Nether Gathering Realm, he led nine thousand imperial guards in an attempt to surround and kill the [Guide].
The next day, the ruler and all nine thousand imperial guards vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty encampment, without the slightest sign of a struggle.
From then on, the kingdom of Ji fractured and crumbled into the dust of history.
Chu Mo cursed inwardly, turned, and ran. Even the [Calling Voice] had been frightened away, which was more than enough to show how terrifying this entity was.
This was absolutely not normal. Though danger lurked on every side in the Eternal Night Sea, encountering three different urban legends in such a short time was something no one would believe.
He felt as though he were being maliciously targeted.