Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several days had already passed since Chu Feng and the others entered this Demonic King's Soul Tomb.
Yet Chu Feng, Zi Ling, Song Yun, and Wang Yuxian had remained standing at the spot where they first entered, hardly moving a single step.
The reason for this was, naturally, that the path ahead was riddled with mechanisms — in truth, hidden traps were scattered in every direction.
And Chu Feng still had not been able to truly see through those hidden mechanisms.
At first, Chu Feng believed that the changes in those mechanisms followed a discernible pattern.
As long as he mastered the pattern, he could find a way forward.
But he later discovered that there was no pattern to follow at all. They were constantly changing, ceaselessly shifting, and the positions of the changes never repeated.
Unless Chu Feng could predict the future or possessed absolute speed, it was virtually impossible to break through those mechanisms.
So Chu Feng began seeking help from the divine deer within his body, but received no response whatsoever.
This left Chu Feng and the others in a dilemma — caught between advance and retreat with no good option.
Because ever since they had entered this place, the barrier gate behind them had vanished.
They had absolutely no way of going back.
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Meanwhile, outside, Fairy Dao Hai and the others who had been waiting were growing increasingly worried.
"Senior Sister, nothing bad will happen, right?"
"How much do you actually know about this Demonic King's Soul Tomb?"
Fairy Dao Hai turned to look at Grandma Yuan Shen.
"Relax, nothing will happen. They'll get what they came for."
Compared to Fairy Dao Hai, Grandma Yuan Shen was considerably more confident. Though she too harbored some concern, she remained far calmer.
"But that creature in demonic form earlier — it didn't seem like something conjured by an array. It was a living being with its own consciousness."
"How much do you know about it?" Fairy Dao Hai pressed again.
"I don't know much about it. But don't worry — your Lele and my Yun'er will both come out safely."
Grandma Yuan Shen spoke again.
Seeing Grandma Yuan Shen so composed, Fairy Dao Hai had nothing further to say.
Things had already reached this point. Besides waiting, there was truly nothing she could do.
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Meanwhile, in another world within the Nine Soul Heavenly River.
A figure was streaking through the air at tremendous speed.
Her cultivation was extraordinarily fast — she possessed the strength of a ninth-rank Martial Venerable.
And she was no resident of the Nine Soul Heavenly River.
She was from the Totem Heavenly River — Situ Zhonglan of the Situ Spirit World Gate.
Situ Zhonglan clutched a tracking rune in her hand and finally arrived at an immensely vast stretch of marshland.
This swamp was enormous — as far as the eye could see, it stretched endlessly in every direction, and the miasma rising from it blotted out the sky and sun.
Before entering this marshland, the sun had been shining brightly. But once she stepped inside, it was as though she had plunged into the dead of night — not a sliver of light could be seen.
Of course, such an obstruction, while enough to stump an ordinary person, was no obstacle at all for Situ Zhonglan.
Even so, she moved forward cautiously, vigilantly scanning her surroundings as she advanced at a measured pace.
She had come tracking members of the Situ Spirit World Gate who had ventured ahead.
Those people from the Situ Spirit World Gate were all on the brink of death — but they were still alive. She had determined they were in danger, which was why she had come to their rescue.
The problem was that among those people, there was one whose strength surpassed her own.
That person was Situ Duanyu.
Situ Duanyu was a Divine Robe Spirit World Master.
And a Divine Robe Spirit World Master possessed power comparable to that of a half-god.