NOVPUBFacing Xia Feng’s cold expression, Cha Naixue wanted to say something, but a sharp shrill suddenly came from the sky, sounding like fingernails scraping a blackboard, piercing enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
Everyone looked up to see the fracture in the sky above the fields begin to expand. This was because the number of people had reached the required threshold, and the Calamity Realm detected it and chose to open the entrance, inviting everyone in.
Of course, the Calamity Realm was a realm of disaster with malicious intent.
Only when more and more Spirit Masters died under the rules of the Calamity Realm could its strength grow stronger.
"Buzz buzz—"
The pitch-black fracture emitted black light that spread outwards in layers. Xia Feng immediately sensed something tugging at him, trying to pull him into a Different Space.
He found he could resist, unlike last time on Blood Evil Street, when he had no power to resist at all.
"It’s probably because my Spiritual Pressure has reached the Second Order."
While pondering, Xia Feng’s thoughts relaxed, and the scene before him transformed. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
Everyone appeared on a clearing surrounded by a forest.
In the center of the clearing stood a thirty-meter-tall giant tree with an old man’s face made of tree bark.
The face on the tree slowly opened its eyes, its dry lips parting into a grin, and said with a sinister tone, "Welcome, everyone, to Mi Jia’s forest. You may call me Grandpa Mi."
Grandpa? Xia Feng glared at the huge tree face. You, a spirit of disaster, have quite the nerve; who’s going to call you grandpa?
"Grandpa Mi~ Can you tell me where Brother Wen Zaiye is?"
Yulina’s voice was coquettish, making everyone’s scalp tingle.
The old man’s face: "???"
After a brief silence, the old man decided to ignore the nauseating tone of the disgusting human and, with his sinister and hoarse voice echoing in the Dark Forest, said,
"Rules of the Calamity Realm: within this forest, there are a thousand tree bark keys hidden. Only one of them is the true key that can unlock the seal of the treehouse. Whoever possesses the true key can enter the treehouse, which contains Spirit-injecting Fruits, Life Fruits, and Wisdom Fruits. One may choose one type of fruit to take away. Additionally, once the seal of the Calamity Realm is broken, the survivors may choose to leave."
The rule was very simple; it was nothing but a boring treasure-hunting game. Having heard this, Xia Feng lost interest at once.
However, the Spirit-injecting Fruit did catch his attention.
The Spirit-injecting Fruit came from the Spirit-injecting Tree, and like the Life Tree and the Wisdom Tree, it was a spiritual plant derived from the World Tree.
Consuming a Spirit-injecting Fruit could help a Spirit Master improve their spiritual power.
Spiritual power and Spiritual Pressure were important indicators of a Spirit Master’s strength. Spiritual Pressure was akin to a Spirit Master’s Mana, and using Spiritual Clothes required the consumption of Spiritual Pressure.
Spiritual power was somewhat more special.
Normally, when the body dies, one dies, but if a Spirit Master with high spiritual power dies, their soul can still remain in the world for a long time, waiting for a chance at Resurrection.
Of course, the main use of spiritual power was actually to defend against attacks from spiritual clothes or Spiritual Artifacts, such as hypnosis, mind control, Spiritual Shocks, and so on.
Generally, with each advancement in rank for a Spirit Master, their spiritual power also increases significantly.
But even when facing spiritual clothes of the same or lower ranks, they often find themselves at a loss.
Thus, Spirit-injecting Fruit had become an object many Spirit Masters eagerly sought.
Xia Feng couldn’t help but glance at the woman in black beside him. Although he did not know the specific function of Mu Qingtong’s Spiritual Artifact, it was clearly of the spiritual type.
If he could enhance his spiritual power to a terrifying extent, he would no longer have to fear this little Destructive Witch.
Mu Qingtong noticed the increasingly excited look in Xia Feng’s eyes. She naturally guessed what this junior was thinking. Her beautiful eyes curved, "Mr. Xia, there is everything in dreams."
Tch—Xia Feng turned away; hope was indeed slim. Mu Qingtong’s Spiritual Artifact was of alpha grade, and although her true power was limited by her rank of Spiritual Pressure, it was still not to be underestimated.
One Spirit-injecting Fruit could significantly enhance spiritual power, but it was unknown if it could be increased enough to contend with Mu Qingtong’s Spiritual Artifact.
"Grandpa Mi, you haven’t told me where Brother Wen Zaiye is yet?" Yulina was persistent.
"He’s dead."
"Dead?"
Rustle-rustle—About thirty branches hung down from the giant tree, each strung with a bloody corpse.
The old man directed a branch towards them, carrying a body that still looked fresh, the blood oozing as if it hadn’t been dead for long.
"If he’s the one you’re referring to," said the old man’s face in a indifferent tone, "He stayed in the Calamity Realm for too long and couldn’t withstand the invasion of Evil Power and committed suicide."
The moment they saw the corpse, Cha Naixue and Yulina’s eyes lit up, their gaze transfixed on a water-blue pendant hanging below the corpse’s neck.
Moon God Tears!
That was the Divine Object they were looking for!
But before they could say anything, the branch flicked, tossing the man’s body into a treehouse in the distance; the door clanged shut.
The entire treehouse, now covered in green skin, was enveloped in a green glow.
The old man’s sinister voice rang out: "Well then, humans, I suggest you find the true key quickly. Otherwise, if you can’t withstand the concentration of Evil Power here, you’ll still die."
This was a not-so-large forest, but the concentration of Evil Power was comparable to the heavy evil area of the Evil Dragon Forest. Second Order Spirit Masters could last at most two hours here.
Upon hearing the old man’s reminder, the two groups from the Black Moon Church started discussing their plans.
Xia Feng silently observed the group. There were a total of twenty Knights, ten following Cha Naixue and another ten following that affected woman; there was a clear distinction between them.
"Could number 17 be hidden among these people?"
Right now, Xia Feng just wanted to find number 17. As for finding keys and the like, he didn’t have the time to worry about that for the moment. Let those people fight over the Moon God Tears and Spirit-injecting Fruit in the treehouse.
Inside the Life Roulette, number 17 had told him that the meeting place would be three thousand kilometers north of where the disaster spirit resided.
Now he just had to go there and wait.
"Would this beautiful lady care to get acquainted?"
Gongsun Ze had approached Xia Feng at some point, his peach-blossom eyes fixed on Mu Qingtong, the corners of his eyes rising in a playful smile.
"I am Gongsun Ze of the Gongsun family from the Northern Territory. May I ask if the beautiful lady would care to accompany me?"
As he spoke, his perennially charming peach-blossom eyes flashed with a crafty light, his lips curling into an intrigued smile.
Mu Qingtong’s gold pupils instantly turned cold, with a glint of icy murderous intent surging in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it, and her cold, heavy voice echoed in Xia Feng’s heart,
"This guy has used a spiritual ability on me; there is a problem. Help me deal with him."
