Published: January 21, 2025
Years have passed, but once they entered the depths of the great hall, the past insights felt insufficient to break through this barrier.
But what about Qin Chen?
As he walked along, each time he arrived at a new spot, he only needed to spend a little time to comprehend the mystic patterns in the surroundings, which was simply unbelievable to the Lord of the Dark Prison and the others.
"This great hall's aura seems to resonate with my Mysterious Rusty Sword; otherwise, it wouldn't produce such a resonance. Could it be that this object is also a treasure of that so-called Sea God from back in the day?"
As Qin Chen walked, he touched the great hall, various thoughts flooding his mind.
With the attraction power of the Mysterious Rusty Sword, Qin Chen quickly delved deeper into the great hall.
Along the way, Qin Chen and the others saw many corpses, each exuding a chilling aura. It was clear that these corpses had once belonged to top-tier powerhouses, yet they ultimately became a handful of dust, dying here.
No one even knew their identities in life.
These corpses only heightened the unease in the hearts of the Lord of the Dark Prison and the others. So many powerful beings had died here back then; could they possibly survive to leave?
In an instant, everyone's gaze fell upon Qin Chen ahead.
The Lord of the Dark Prison and the others suddenly understood the previous attentiveness of the Soul-Eating Underworld Insect. Even if it had now broken through to the peak of the third layer of transcendence, wanting to live through this place was simply impossible, especially since even quasi-emperor level powerhouses had previously entered here.
But because of Qin Chen, everything began to change.
With Qin Chen's comprehension of the great hall's mystic patterns, there might actually be hope for him to master the patterns and eventually lead them out.
Thinking of this, the Lord of the Dark Prison immediately felt restless.
He was only able to follow Qin Chen because of some agreements between them; the connection was, in fact, not strong.
He had to find a way to strengthen their bond.
With this thought, the Lord of the Dark Prison hurriedly stepped forward, pulling out a fruit that was completely dark. He smiled obsequiously and said, "Brother Underworld Lord, are you thirsty? I have an Abyssal Nether Fruit here, which originated from the Black Hell Mountain in the Underworld where I was from. This fruit was left behind from a place of abandonment in the Underworld that I brought back years ago. Now there's only this one left, and it has been preserved exceptionally well. Why don’t you give it a taste?”
As he spoke, the Lord of the Dark Prison directly pressed the fruit into Qin Chen's hands, fearing that Qin Chen might refuse.
Qin Chen glanced at the dark fruit, which bloomed with mystic patterns and faintly emitted a fragrant aura, causing him to twitch at the corner of his mouth.
A fruit brought from the Black Hell Mountain in the Underworld? How many years has it been? It must have petrified by now, right?
Seemingly understanding Qin Chen's thoughts, the Lord of the Dark Prison hurriedly explained, "Brother Underworld Lord, although this fruit has a long history, it has been preserved exceptionally well, and the rules within have not faded. Give it a try; I guarantee it’s not expired. Moreover, this fruit was a rarity in the Underworld; even the great emperor once requested it as a tribute by the era. If you don’t believe me, ask the Ancestor of the Void Crocodile and the others.”
“Oh? The great emperor requested it as a tribute?”
Qin Chen’s heart stirred, and he took a light bite. Crack! The fruit flesh was firm, and although it had endured billions of years, it was surprisingly not soft at all; instead, it was extremely fragrant and crispy. One bite caused the essence and juice of the fruit to flow through his body, making him feel incredibly clear and as if some impurities within were expelled.
An inexplicable aura of the path circulated within Qin Chen.