"There's no getting around it." Jiang Zhu's gaze was calm as it swept over the floating ancient corpse and the distorted Ruins behind it. "Rather than passively waiting for things to change, we might as well investigate ourselves."
Emperor Bone Bro pondered for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. Running away all the time will only leave us even more helpless on this Sacrificial Sea."
With that, brilliant golden light blazed beneath Emperor Bone Bro's feet. Runes flowed across the Bamboo Raft as it sailed like a little skiff toward the eerie region where the ancient corpse floated.
The closer they drew, the stronger the sense of disordered time and space and inverted cause and effect became.
Even the blood-colored seawater seemed to grow thick and sluggish here. The waves were soundless, almost deathly still, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.
The ancient corpse remained in its original posture, long hair covering its face, its old, bloodstained robe clinging to its body as it rose and fell slightly with the seawater.
It seemed to have existed since time immemorial, becoming one with this eerie sea of blood.
Just as the Bamboo Raft drew close to the ancient corpse, something suddenly changed!
The ancient corpse, which had floated motionlessly, letting the "seawater" carry it, abruptly raised its head!
The long, blood-soaked hair covering its face slipped aside slightly, revealing an indistinct face that seemed shrouded in dense fog.
Where its eyes should have been were two dark hollows that seemed capable of swallowing all light. There were no whites, no pupils, only the deepest darkness, quietly "looking" toward them.
The instant those eyes "gazed" at them, everyone felt their souls tremble, as though they were about to be sucked into that endless darkness.
An icy, deathly silent will