System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

Chapter 521

This wasn't the first time Zhang Hao and his companions had seen these shadowy figures. They knew they were servants of the ancient gods, strange beings who helped the ancient gods transport corpses.

The appearance of these dark figures caused everyone's hearts to sink to the bottom, as if they were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Strangely, when these shadowy figures sensed the aura of the Qilin bloodline within Zhang Hao, they seemed to encounter a natural enemy and instantly became timid.

Their previously restless forms froze, and a hint of fear seemed to emanate from their empty "eyes," making them no longer dare to approach easily.

Seeing this, everyone felt a glimmer of hope and were somewhat relieved.

Zhang Hao knew that the bloodline of the Primordial Qilin was his reliance and their only shield in this desperate situation.

But he also understood that this was only a temporary respite, and the real danger might be yet to come.

The most important thing right now is to reach the top of Kunlun Mountain, burn the dragon bones to open a spatial passage, but the crack is deep and steep, covered with slippery ice, making it very difficult to climb up and taking up a lot of time.

Just then, the fat man suddenly shouted again:

Wow, so many peaches!

The distorted "Peach" echoed in the deathly silent abyss of the crack, sounding particularly abrupt, even carrying a hint of absurd madness.

Everyone had just recovered from the horror of the "Hellish Rock Wall" and the shadowy ghosts, their hearts still in their throats, and they were all stunned when they heard this.

"You fatso! What time is it and you're still dreaming!"

Xiaohua was so angry that she almost threw the first aid kit she was holding at him.

"It's not a dream! It really isn't!"

The fat man scrambled out of the pile of broken ice, not even bothering to brush off the snow. He pointed deep into the crack, his eyes wide, his voice hoarse with excitement and fear:

"Look! Over there! Light! A peach tree! Huge peaches!"

Following the direction he pointed, at the edge of the thick darkness through which Zhang Hao's flashlight beam barely penetrated, a faint, inopportune soft light actually shone through.

The light carried a touch of soft, warm pink, creating an eerie and striking contrast with the surrounding deathly darkness that swallowed up all light.

Where the light emanated, the outlines of several trees seemed to appear, laden with heavy, round, and plump fruits.

"This……"

Wu Tianzhen was also stunned.

Deep within the Kunlun Mountains, beneath a bottomless icy abyss, in a desolate place surrounded by countless ghostly shadows, a peach orchard appears.

This is a million times more bizarre than that frozen mummy!

Zhang Hao's golden-red eyes were fixed on the light. The Qilin bloodline within him was like a red-hot iron, warning him more intensely and fiercely than ever before, even carrying a strong sense of disgust.

He said in a deep voice:

“Something’s wrong.

It's impossible for any living thing to grow in this place.

It’s a trap.”

"But... but that light, those peaches, they looked so real..."

Huo Xiuxiu's voice trembled, tinged with a hint of bewildered temptation.

In the boundless darkness of despair, the light and fruit, like the song of a siren, possessed a deadly allure.

"The more beautiful something looks, the more dangerous it is in the territory of the ancient gods."

Zhang Qilin's voice was as cold as ice. He silently bandaged the wound on his arm, and the black gold ancient sword was already quietly in his hand.

The countless twisted shadows embedded in the dark rock wall seemed to stir for a moment when the light of the peach appeared.

Their blurry outlines were slightly distorted, and their hollow "eyes" seemed to all turn toward the light.

However, when Zhang Hao's gaze swept over them, especially when the overwhelming aura of the Primordial Supreme Qilin emanating from him spread out intentionally or unintentionally, the dark figures shrank back as if burned, solidifying again in the rock wall, maintaining an eerie and fearful stillness.

They dared not approach, yet they did not leave either, as if waiting, or as if... worshipping the beginning of some kind of ritual.

“They are afraid of Xiao Ge… no, they are afraid of Zhang Hao’s bloodline.”

Yi Sa keenly sensed this, which brought her some relief, but it was quickly replaced by greater worry:

"But what do we do now?"

Should we climb back up the same way?

She looked up at the impassable crater, now reduced to a tiny white dot.

The steep, ice-covered rock face was slippery, and the thigh-deep snow made it impossible to move an inch.

Carrying the unconscious Ding Yudie up the mountain was simply a pipe dream; attempting it would have resulted in certain death.

Time is the luxury they can least afford to waste.

"The path up has been completely destroyed by the fat man. The area is too large, the climbing risk is extremely high, and it will definitely alert any 'things' that may be up there."

Zhang Hao calmly analyzed the situation, his gaze once again falling on the eerie glow of the peach:

"The appearance of this light and the peach tree is too strange, as if... they are deliberately leading us there."

But for now, the depths of the crevice seem to be the only 'path'.

"Knowing it's a trap, you still walk into it?"

Jie Xiaohua frowned.

"Do we have a choice?"

Zhang Hao retorted, his tone resolute:

"The dragon bones must be taken to the top of the mountain and burned."

Staying here will only lead to certain death.

Let the fat man lead the way since he discovered the 'path'.

He gave a cold glance to the fat man who was still excited about the "peach".

Zhang Hao didn't go up because he couldn't, but because he had a strong feeling that some crucial secret was hidden beneath the ice.

The fat man was startled by Zhang Hao's gaze; his dream of becoming a millionaire was instantly overshadowed by the shadow of death, and his face fell.

"Brother Zhang Hao, I... I was just eager to make a name for myself... Do we really have to take this road?"

"Lead the way, or stay and feed the shadows."

Zhang Hao's tone left no room for argument.

The fat man shivered, looking at the dense, silent shadows "watching" him from the surrounding rock walls, and then thinking about the huge mess he had made, he gritted his teeth:

"Let's go! I'll lead the way, Fatty!"

He drew his spare dagger and carefully groped his way toward the pinkish light.

The group helped each other up. Xie Xiaohua and Yi Sa supported the unconscious Ding Yudie, Huo Xiuxiu stayed close to Wu Tianzhen, and Zhang Qilin and Zhang Hao stood guard one in front and one behind. They slowly followed behind the fat man and stepped into the area shrouded in soft light.

Stepping inside felt like passing through an invisible membrane.

The biting chill suddenly dissipated, and the air was filled with an indescribable, eerie sweetness that was a mixture of extremely rich fruity aromas and stale, bloody scents.

Suddenly, the view opened up before them; it was no longer the cold, desolate crevice and abyss they once knew.

This is a vast, illogical underground space.