The Blade-Wielding Legend

The collapsed archway, shattered platform, and scattered on the ground, cracked giant beast-head stone carvings...

All speak of the grandeur of the past and the ruin of the present.

But the most horrifying thing is what covers and envelops all this debris.

Mold!

Countless molds of various shapes!

They grow and spread in this lifeless space like living creatures. On walls, broken pillars, shattered bricks, and even dust floating in the air... traces of them are everywhere.

In some places, there is a thick layer of dark green mold like rotting velvet, exuding a sweet yet nauseating scent of decay; in others, there are gray-white mycelium interwoven like spider webs, as dense as a burial shroud.

There are also vast areas of dark red mold resembling dried blood stains or patches flickering with eerie bluish phosphorescence... They interweave, cover, and penetrate each other, completely devouring the original colors of the palace, leaving only a mottled, lifeless moldy hell.

The air is thick with a moldy scent, earthy smell, and a difficult-to-describe, slightly sweet rotting odor, making each breath uncomfortable for the Divine Soul.

For Li Yan, who has a keen sense of smell, this is Hell.

But this is a sensation on the Divine Soul, making it impossible to hold one’s breath.

Li Yan forced himself to endure the discomfort and looked around.

The entire space is lifeless.

No wind, no sound, only the silent spread and erosion of mold. The ruins of the palace, entirely covered in mold, have blurred outlines, resembling graves overgrown with moss and corpse stains.

The scene sends chills down Li Yan’s spine.

What happened here?

Li Yan has a premonition in his heart that what happened here is undoubtedly connected to the rampant beast hordes outside and the cultivator remains...

The molds are bizarre in shape and colorful, clearly not ordinary. It’s known that this is the middle layer of the Daluo Law Realm, a mysterious space between reality and illusion.

Ordinary poisons or miasmas cannot possibly grow and spread here.

The sight before Li Yan can only mean that these molds themselves represent some incomprehensible horror.

Li Yan’s Divine Soul is tense, not daring to be careless, nor daring to approach the areas covered in mold recklessly.

He can only cautiously explore the ruins along the relatively "clean" edges.

Soon, he made a discovery.

This enormous palace ruin does not have a uniform architectural style.

The remains and debris in the outer area vaguely show traces of flying eaves, architraves, carved beams, and painted buildings, bearing significant similarities to the architectural styles of various dynasties on the Divine Land.

Though also eroded by mold, the foundational outlines still remain.

However, the closer to the core area, the more divergent the architectural style becomes. Those massive, non-metal, non-stone dark materials, twisted convoluted structures, and the rough primitive carvings on stone walls—are exactly the same as the Stone Tower Forest on the ice field outside!

These relics from the lost Ancient Serpent Civilization are surrounded layer upon layer by palaces built by the subsequent arrivals, as if intentionally protected or... sealed at the core.

Li Yan understands inwardly.

Evidently, the cultivators who arrived later also discovered these older, more mysterious relics and established bases around them, attempting to explore their secrets.

Besides the buildings, he also sees large areas divided into squares, though desolate and ruined, covered in mold and ice crystals, still recognizable as once meticulously cultivated spirit fields.

Among the furrows, scattered are colossal dead plant remnants, with twisted vines as thick as ancient trees, and... some humanoid remains half-buried under mold and ice layers!

These remains vary in poses, some sitting cross-legged, others seemingly fallen while fleeing, covered in thick, colorful shroud-like mold.

The legendary Penglai Island, filled with Immortal Elixirs.

Maybe the special conditions here make it easier for Spiritual Medicine to grow.

And these cultivators who tried to cultivate or seek refuge here ultimately could not escape the mold’s erosion, becoming part of this eerie ruin.

"The culprits... are these molds!"

A deeper chill fills Li Yan’s heart.

This unseen, untouchable yet omnipresent bizarre erosion is more despairing than the fiercest swords, the most potent poisons.

But now, there’s no retreat.

He holds his breath, focuses, and enhances his Divine Soul Perception Power to its utmost, cautiously edging around the thick, pervasive mold area, step by step moving towards the core.

The sweet, decaying scent grows even stronger in the air, each "breath" causing a sluggish sensation in his Divine Soul.

Finally, he sees the core.

It is an ancient stone tower, larger than any on the ice field outside!

Also built from that dark material, but now severely collapsed and cracked, as if torn open by immense force from within.

Huge cracks like hideous wounds cover the tower.

And deep within those cracks, not rock or soil, but a nauseating, blood-like dark red substance grows!

This "flesh" pulses slightly like a living creature, its surface covered with swollen pustules and flowing mucus.

More terrifying, thick, ink-like black spores continuously gush from this pulsating "flesh," like countless tiny black insects, merging into the surrounding gray-white mist, silently drifting towards the entire ruin space!

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