120: Chapter 120 The Universe Within the Tomb

Bang!

The ten-thousand-catty bronze giant gate slammed shut.

A dull thud echoed through the underground abyss, shaking down countless specks of dust.

Inside the gate.

Green mist churned violently.

Xu Yin, dressed in his crimson true disciple robe, stepped onto the soft black soil. His Spiritual Pressure at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, like a tangible sea of blood, instantly forced the mist within ten zhang to disperse.

Behind him, four elite members of the Blood Fiend Sect at the Qi Refining 9th Layer Peak lined up, their Killing Intent locking onto the two people in front.

"Wei Lingfeng."

Xu Yin did not look at Gu Shen; his gaze was fixed firmly on Wei Lingfeng, who stood ten paces away.

"The Sect has been planning for this blood marrow lotus for five years. You are quite bold, daring to snatch the peach right under the noses of two Sects."

Xu Yin raised his right hand.

A long spear, appearing as if it were cast from fresh blood, slowly coalesced in his palm. The pungent smell of blood was nauseating.

"Hand over the blood marrow lotus. I will leave your corpse intact. As for that piece of trash beside you..."

Xu Yin glanced at Gu Shen, his tone cold, "Chop him up as well."

Gu Shen stood in place, silent.

His expression was calm, his left hand already quietly resting on the hilt of the saber at his waist.

Crossing the boundary required three breaths. In this enclosed dead zone, facing one Foundation Establishment Initial Stage and four Qi Refining 9th Layer Cultivators, there was zero chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

"Xu Yin, you are too confident."

Wei Lingfeng suddenly laughed.

On his face, there was not a hint of despair at being surrounded; instead, it radiated a frenzied excitement.

"This is the Myriad Insect Tomb. The territory of ancient demonic Cultivators. So what if you are in the Foundation Establishment Stage? Here, the Laws from the outside world do not apply!"

Before his voice had even faded.

Wei Lingfeng abruptly crushed a black formation talisman in his hand.

Boom!

An extremely dense, ink-like black poisonous miasma instantly exploded in front of the two. This miasma carried intense corrosiveness, even briefly blocking Xu Yin's Foundation Establishment Spiritual Pressure for half a breath.

"Go!"

Wei Lingfeng let out a low shout, his figure transforming into a wisp of green smoke, and he dove into the deep green mist without hesitation.

Gu Shen's reaction was not slow in the slightest.

The moment the black poisonous miasma exploded, dark light shimmered beneath his shadow shoes. He did not flee in Wei Lingfeng's direction, but instead veered to the right, instantly blending into the darkness.

"Petty tricks!"

Xu Yin snorted coldly. He threw the blood spear in his hand with force.

Swish!

The crimson long spear, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, instantly pierced through the black poisonous miasma. A dull thud came from ahead, and a few drops of blood splattered, but Wei Lingfeng's aura had already moved far away.

"Split up and pursue! Kill the one at Qi Refining Level 7 immediately! Capture Wei Lingfeng alive!"

Xu Yin pulled out a crimson compass from his waist. The needle spun wildly, locked firmly onto the direction Wei Lingfeng had fled.

His figure flickered, turning into a crimson rainbow, and he pursued directly.

The four Qi Refining 9th Layer elites exchanged glances; two followed Xu Yin, while the other two followed the direction Gu Shen had fled, disappearing into the mist.

...

Deep within the mist.

Gu Shen was sprinting.

There was no light here. Only the strange, misshapen plants surrounding him emitted a faint fluorescence.

The sensation under his feet was extremely eerie.

It was not hard rock, nor was it ordinary soil.

It was soft and squishy to step on, and it would even ooze viscous, dark red liquid.

"My Lord, slow down!"

The iron buckle at his collar transmitted Crab's urgent, individual-machine vibration frequency.

"The surface composition here is wrong. There is no silicate mineral reaction. Sonar echoes show that what we are stepping on is a layer of mixed organic matter several zhang thick!"

Gu Shen's steps came to a sudden halt.

"Speak human language."

"Underneath this, it is all rotting minced meat and white bones!" Crab's voice carried a chill of disgust.

Gu Shen looked down.

By the faint fluorescence, he saw the soil beneath his feet clearly.

It was a swamp of flesh that had been crushed and decomposed for who knows how many years. Countless tiny white maggots rolled in the mud. The air was filled with a strange, sweet fragrance; upon inhaling a breath, he felt a slight stagnation in the Spiritual Qi within his Meridians.

"An arena used by ancient demonic Cultivators to raise poisonous Gu."

Gu Shen realized instantly.

No wonder this place is called the Myriad Insect Tomb. This is an extremely cruel, closed ecosystem. Throwing thousands of poisonous insects in, letting them devour each other, and the one that survives in the end is the Gu King.

Rustle.

From the flesh swamp on the left, a faint scraping sound suddenly came.

Gu Shen did not turn his head.

He stood in place, the Qi and blood in his body instantly suppressed to the extreme.

A large lump bulged on the surface of the swamp.

Pfft.

A pitch-black giant maw, covered in dense, serrated barbs, suddenly burst out of the ground right beside Gu Shen's feet!

It was a terrifying centipede as thick as a water vat and nearly three zhang long!

Its entire body looked as if it were cast from black iron, and it had no eyes. Two thick antennae on its head danced wildly, carrying a nauseating stench as it bit directly towards Gu Shen's legs.

Too fast.

And there was not a shred of magical power fluctuation. It was pure Physical Body explosive force.

Gu Shen's legs exerted force suddenly, and his whole body shot up into the sky like an onion pulled from dry land, avoiding this fatal bite.

Snap!

The centipede's giant maw snapped shut, creating an air explosion in the air.

Gu Shen was in mid-air, his right hand gripping the gold-severing saber in reverse.

Clang!

Thunder light appeared faintly.

A saber strike from top to bottom slashed fiercely onto the centipede's pitch-black carapace.

Ding!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Gu Shen's hands holding the saber shook violently, his tiger's mouth numb. This saber strike, comparable to a top-grade Magical Artifact, actually only left a white mark on the centipede's carapace! The Thunder-Magnetic Force wandered across its body surface, but was actually directly blocked by that thick layer of carapace.

"What a hard shell!"

Gu Shen used the force of the rebound to roll in mid-air, landing steadily three zhang away.

"My Lord! The creatures here have been devouring flesh for years, and their bones have accumulated a large amount of heavy metal elements. They are immune to ordinary Spells and lightning; only absolute physical kinetic energy can break their defense!" Crab analyzed quickly.

The centipede missed its attack; its massive body twisted violently in the swamp, its hundred legs rowing in unison, as it lunged at Gu Shen again.

Just at this moment.

In the mist behind Gu Shen, two streaks of blood-colored light sped over.

The two Blood Fiend Sect elites pursuing him had arrived.

"There! Kill him!"

One demonic Cultivator had sharp eyes and saw Gu Shen's figure. He sneered and offered up a crimson Flying Sword, which turned into a stream of light and aimed straight for Gu Shen's heart.

Gu Shen did not dodge.

He looked at the giant centipede rushing towards him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

The dark light beneath his shadow shoes shone brightly.

Gu Shen, keeping his body close to the ground, moved laterally to the left by half a zhang in an extremely eerie manner.

That rampaging Iron-Armored centipede lost its target.

But its keen antennae instantly caught the crimson Flying Sword flying over from behind, as well as the two demonic Cultivators with vigorous Qi and blood.

Roar!

The centipede let out a piercing hiss. Its massive body smashed the Medium Grade Flying Sword directly.

Afterwards, like a heavy tank out of control, it slammed fiercely in front of the two demonic Cultivators.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The two demonic Cultivators were terrified. They hadn't noticed that such a monster was hiding in the mist at all.

"Seeking death!"

The demonic Cultivator in front shouted angrily, his hands forming a seal.

"Blood Fiend Palm!"

A blood-colored palm print, two zhang in size, condensed out of thin air, carrying a stench that corroded everything, and slammed fiercely onto the centipede's head.

Bang!

Blood light exploded.

But this Spell, which was enough to seriously injure a Qi Refining Middle Stage Cultivator, hit the Iron-Armored centipede like a clay ox entering the sea.

The centipede endured the blood light and smashed through the palm print.

It opened its giant maw, filled with serrated barbs.

Snap!

"Ah—!"

The demonic Cultivator hadn't even finished screaming before his upper body was bitten by the centipede. A teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking rang out. Blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground.

A Qi Refining 9th Layer elite, dead in an instant!

"Senior Brother!"

The remaining demonic Cultivator was so scared his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. He never expected that the insects in this Myriad Insect Tomb would be completely immune to Spells!

He turned and fled.

But the Iron-Armored centipede, chewing the flesh in its mouth, moved its hundred legs in unison, its speed twice as fast as his.

Gu Shen stood coldly in the shadows ten zhang away.

Watching the demonic Cultivator being caught by the centipede, knocked into the swamp, and torn into shreds.

No pity.

This Myriad Insect Tomb was a pure meat grinder that stripped Cultivators of their Spell advantages.

Here, Spiritual Qi was suppressed by the poisonous miasma, and Spells were immune to the carapace.

Whoever's Physical Body was harder, whoever's foundation was stronger, that person would survive.

"Spells are ineffective, the Physical Body is king."

Gu Shen touched his Storage Ring.

A cruel smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

In this dead zone where one competes with their Physical Body, who could compare to the fifteen Iron Corpse Puppets filled with mutated wood marrow in his Storage Ring?