563: The Legend of the Abyss

The Legend of the Abyss

Zhou Feng gained a new passive skill and began to explore his surroundings.

Of course, before this, he had already found a way to conceal his aura.

At the same time, he did not have many inhibitions and directly put on the Scarlet Blood Robe.

This could conceal his aura to the greatest extent and avoid accidents, and it was a pretty good treasure.

Don't treat it as a disgusting piece of clothing.

It had the effect of calming one's mind once they wore it.

Thus, he wandered around there, and the AI would record everything.

Naturally, it was impossible to get lost.

The AI was even able to constantly analyze the changes in the surrounding environment.

From there, he could find the path to the center of the abyss.

If it weren't wrong, there was definitely a gathering place for cultivators at the Bottom of the Abyss.

Zhou Feng explored this place swiftly with the AI's assistance. He didn't waste much time before he found some traces.

Then, he continued to move forward along with these traces.

The originally narrow and long passage around him also gradually became wider.

There were even glowing fungi on both sides. It seemed like they were deliberately planted to illuminate the place.

At that moment, Zhou Feng sensed someone was not far from him. They exuded a strange aura and vigorous vitality.

Zhou Feng merged himself into the shadows, walked at a moderate pace, and caught up with the person in front of him in no time.

"Eh? Who Is It?"

Zhou Feng was soon discovered because he didn't completely conceal his aura.

"Scarlet Blood Robe? So, It's a fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist, you are..."

Yuan Hu was originally a little nervous, but he immediately relaxed when he saw the Scarlet Blood Robe.

Seeing this, Zhou Feng couldn't help but feel a little strange.

'He relaxed his vigilance just because of this Scarlet Blood Robe? Could it be that it has some significance?'

At this time, Zhou Feng gave up the idea of making a move. He needed to collect information and understand this unfamiliar place.

The more he knew, the easier it was to move around.

After Yuan Hu saw the Scarlet Blood Robe, he didn't have too many suspicions and invited Zhou Feng to come over.

At this time, Zhou Feng could finally see Yuan Hu's appearance clearly.

If it was just his head, he would look like a middle-aged man full of heroic spirit.

However, his body was covered with greenish-black scales, and his hands were fiery-red insect limbs. He looked completely out of place.

Moreover, his lower body was joined with a pair of incomparably thick legs.

He looked like a monster that was piecing things together.

Although Zhou Feng was very curious, his face showed that he was used to it.

He sat down very casually.

Then, he began to chat with Yuan Hu, wanting to get some information.

"I wonder why fellow Daoist is so down and out?"

Yuan Hu's face betrayed a hint of flattery.

However, he had a good grasp of the situation. He didn't seem like a bootlicker, but he still spoke respectfully to Zhou Feng.

"I just ran into some trouble! So..."

Zhou Feng's expression didn't change, and his voice was calm. He pretended to be Daoist Ziyuan and told him that a strange man had ambushed him.

"Could this person be a cultivator from the surface?"

Yuan Hu's face was filled with shock because the Bottom of the Abyss had not come into contact with the surface for a long time.

At the same time, Yuan Hu was slightly happy.

This was a good opportunity!

In Yuan Hu's eyes, Zhou Feng was a Sacred Blood noble wearing human-faced clothes. If he fawned on him well, he might be able to take off.

What Zhou Feng might not know was that not just anyone could wear the Sacred Blood Robe.

Only those with the Sacred Blood bloodline could wear it, and they would not be affected at all.

One would suffer if they did not have the Sacred Blood bloodline and were forced to wear the Sacred Blood Robe.

The Sacred Blood Robe was made of countless human faces interwoven together and filled with resentment and negative emotions. As such, the wails of the dead would haunt the wearer.

'Is there a misunderstanding? This is also good!'

Zhou Feng found that Yuan Hu seemed to be more respectful to him though the Ai.

Obviously, the man in front of him had misunderstood something.

However, there was no need for him to explain. He could take this opportunity to learn more.

At the same time, he found that Yuan Hu had a sense of disharmony.

This sense of disharmony was like a conflict between two different cultivation techniques.

This might be a good point of entry.

"I wonder what fellow Daoist plans to do next?"

Yuan Hu began to carefully inquire about Zhou Feng's next plans.

Zhou Feng's reply was very short.

"Recuperate! Take revenge!"

At this time, he didn't dare to say too much. If he were to give himself away, it wouldn't be good.

"Then, fellow Daoist, you must go to Ash City..."1

When Yuan Hu heard this, he immediately struck while the iron was hot and invited Zhou Feng to Ash City to recuperate for some time.

Naturally, Zhou Feng couldn't wish for more.

"But!"

Of course, he was still maintaining the image of a taciturn person on the surface.

Yuan Hu didn't care about this. Instead, he kept finding topics to talk about.

During this process, Zhou Feng obtained a large amount of information.

The Bottom of the Abyss wasn't actually a place that existed since ancient times.

The formation of this place began after the Daemon League started extracting the spiritual Veins.

One had to know Spiritual Veins could not only provide a large amount of Spiritual Qi to a land, but it could suppress a lot of bad omens and slowly dispel the resentment and Demonic Qi.

However, the Daemon League had started to take away all the Spiritual Veins in Eastern Land many years ago.

The Central Plains' sects were also taking advantage of the situation.

Therefore, the Spiritual Veins in the Eastern Land began to disappear rapidly.

What was left were only some huge passages.

During this process, the cultivators and people who resisted the Daemon League hid underground in order to avoid being chased.

Since so many Spiritual Veins had been extracted from the underground, there was a lot of space for them to hide.

After that, the Bottom of the Abyss was formed. 

And there was a reason why Yuan Hu had become like this.

The environment became extremely harsh without the Spiritual Veins suppressing the underground resentment. If one wanted to survive here, one had to have a sufficiently strong body.

Coincidentally, under this situation, someone discovered the Sacred Blood Amethyst Mines.

The so-called Sacred Blood Amethyst Mines were formed when a mighty expert's blood tainted a few ordinary amethyst mines. After tens of millions of years of evolution, the Sacred Blood Amethyst Mines were formed..

And according to Yuan Hu, the Bottom of the Abyss was actually the burial place of that mighty figure.

The Spiritual Veins that had once been there were merely the bones of that expert!

'Why does this legend sound a little like Pangu transforming heaven and earth!?'

The more Zhou Feng listened, the more confused he became.

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