binnovel Chapter 572
Chapter 572
Zhang Hao and his companions' journey in the Kunlun Mountains became increasingly arduous, with each step treading on the edge of the unknown and danger.
As they went deeper, that mysterious, divinely bestowed power followed them like a shadow, gradually seeping into their consciousness, making their thinking sluggish and chaotic.
Lin Yang felt dizzy, as if shrouded in a thick fog, and the scene before him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
His feet moved involuntarily, his body as if being pulled by an invisible force, heading in some unknown direction.
Countless whispers seemed to be murmuring in his ears, tempting him to keep moving forward, to give up thinking, to give up resisting.
Zhang Qilin's expression grew increasingly solemn. He had experienced this strange, divinely bestowed power before and knew how terrifying it was.
This is not only an effect on the body, but also an erosion of the soul. If one is not careful, one will lose oneself and become a puppet of this mysterious power.
He tried to focus his mind and awaken his companions, but his own consciousness began to waver under the impact of this force, and his legs moved mechanically, moving closer to the unknown danger.
Just as everyone was in a daze, Zhang Hao suddenly snapped to attention, a strong sense of crisis surging into his heart, instantly dispelling some of the fog in his mind.
He looked up abruptly, horrified to find that they had reached the edge of a cliff, the ground beneath their feet precariously precarious, and one more step would plunge them into an abyss, where they would be shattered to pieces.
"Wake up!"
Zhang Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the empty valley.
Without hesitation, he bit his finger, and the blood dripped onto the ground, emitting a strange aura.
Immediately afterwards, he smeared his blood on the foreheads of his companions. The blood, imbued with special power, was like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through the consciousness of the group that was bound by the divinely bestowed power.
Lin Yang suddenly shivered, snapping him back to reality. Looking at the cliff before him, he broke out in a cold sweat, his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
"What...what happened? How did we get here?"
The fat man rubbed his head, looking bewildered, with lingering fear in his eyes.
"Oh my god, I felt like I was possessed just now. I didn't know anything and just followed along."
Zhang Qilin, panting heavily, regained some of his clarity and said in a deep voice:
"It is a divinely bestowed power, which grows stronger deep within the Kunlun Mountains, and it is trying to control us."
Zhang Hao frowned, a surge of anger and resentment rising within him:
"It seems this is the method of the ancient god. It doesn't want us to find it and wants to kill us in this desolate wilderness."
His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination as he stared into the darkness below the cliff, as if trying to see through the ancient god's conspiracy.
The crowd gathered around, looking at the cliff with lingering fear, then glancing around, trying to find a way to escape this mysterious force.
At this moment, the Kunlun Mountains were shrouded in dark clouds and howled in the cold wind, as if they too were lamenting their plight.
Still shaken, the group began to analyze the source of this mysterious power, unanimously concluding that it was an ancient god manipulating things behind the scenes, trying to prevent them from getting closer.
Just as everyone was discussing the next step of the plan, a sinister wind howled past, and in the dead of night, a strange "bababa" sound suddenly came from the mountains. The sound was hoarse and dry, as if it came from the depths of hell, which made people's hair stand on end.
Everyone immediately became alert, gripping their weapons tightly and scanning the darkness with their eyes.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows. It was a desiccated corpse, its body emaciated, its skin clinging tightly to its bones, devoid of any color, yet it walked upright in a strange manner.
"This...what is this?"
The fat man's voice trembled, fear spreading in his eyes, and he could barely hold the entrenching tool in his hand, which was shaking slightly.
Zhang Qilin's expression changed, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice:
"The Venus Umbrella! This is the Venus Umbrella, made from a dried corpse by the Zhang family to transmit messages."
His voice carried a hint of reverence, as if he were recounting an ancient and mysterious legend.
Upon hearing this, everyone was startled, their hearts filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
This mummified corpse looks so terrifying, yet it has such a peculiar name, and it was even the work of the Zhang family—it's truly unimaginable.
The mummified corpse approached step by step, repeatedly uttering "bababa" in its mouth. The sound seemed to have a magical power, making people uneasy.
Zhang Qilin listened intently, and after a moment, his expression became extremely solemn:
"It said that it was left behind by the Zhang family, and that we must have found a way to destroy the ancient god, which is why we appeared here. It can lead us to the location of the ancient god."
This news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples everywhere.
The group exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. They were delighted to finally have a clue to finding the ancient god, but apprehensive about the mysterious mummified corpse; its appearance was too bizarre to easily believe.
"Can we trust what this mummified corpse says? Could it be a trap set by an ancient god?"
Wu Tianzhen frowned, his eyes filled with worry. He knew the dangers along the way and dared not take anything lightly.
Zhang Hao pondered for a moment, then said with a firm gaze:
"Now that things have come to this, we have no other choice but to go with it."
Everyone must be careful and vigilant at all times. If any danger arises, act immediately.
His voice was steady and powerful, giving everyone a boost of confidence.
The group took a deep breath, gripped their weapons, and followed behind the mummified corpse, continuing their journey deeper into the Kunlun Mountains.
The cold wind was like a knife, scraping against my cheeks, and the surrounding darkness seemed to have a life of its own, constantly pressing in.
Their footsteps were exceptionally clear in the silent mountains, each step seemingly treading on the edge of life and death, with no idea what awaited them ahead...
As the group ventured deeper into the Kunlun Mountains, danger lurked everywhere, as if every inch of this ancient mountain range concealed deadly traps.
Suddenly, a deep, loud bang shattered the silence of the mountains, and a roar like ten thousand horses galloping rolled down from the mountaintop.
Everyone looked up in horror and saw the snow on the mountaintop collapse down like a surging tide, forming a huge white wall tens of meters high, sweeping towards them with overwhelming force.
"Oh no, it's an avalanche!"
Zhang Hao's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, but his voice sounded so small amidst the roar of the avalanche.
In an instant, the world seemed to be swallowed up by this white torrent, and the gale-force winds carried ice and snow, making it impossible to open one's eyes and difficult to breathe.
The enormous snow waves carried boundless power, uprooting trees and burying boulders in their wake.