noffsinger Chapter 237 Strange Flowers
Chapter 237 Strange Flowers
A wave of dizziness washed over them, and they felt as if they were inside a spinning kaleidoscope, with colorful lights flashing wildly before their eyes. Strange buildings and sounds intertwined, like a chaotic symphony from different times and spaces.
As the dizziness subsided, darkness followed.
The sky above was no different from the outside world, dotted with countless stars.
The stars twinkled with a soft light, like jewels embedded in the black sky, bringing a faint glow to the darkness.
It gives people a sense of tranquility and charm.
But Kongming knew in his heart that in this mysterious and unpredictable secret realm, tranquility was often just an illusion.
As soon as he entered the secret realm, Kongming sensed that a mysterious and powerful force instantly suppressed his cultivation, as if putting an invisible shackle on them, allowing them to exert only six or seven tenths of their strength.
The other cultivators faced the same problem, and a chorus of curses erupted from the crowd.
"Zilong, how are you feeling?" Kongming turned to Zhao Yun beside him and asked in a low voice.
"I don't feel anything!"
Zhao Yun, holding a silver spear, stood beside Kongming and answered.
Upon hearing this, Kongming was overjoyed and, with the help of the faint starlight, observed the surrounding scenery.
The pavilions and towers are scattered in a well-organized manner. Although only their general outlines can be seen in the darkness, one can still feel their former glory.
These buildings have very different styles; some have flying eaves and brackets, which are quite ancient. The mountains and rivers are shrouded in shadow under the starlight, and the mountain ranges are continuous and undulating, like a sleeping dragon.
Perhaps the mirages outside the secret realm are a reflection of the scenery here.
No wonder the ancient clans called this secret realm Rakshasa Sea City.
At this moment, a large number of cultivators had entered one after another. Apart from the Nascent Soul stage monsters hidden among them, almost all of them, like Kongming, were inevitably shocked by the dreamlike scene before them when they entered for the first time.
Their exclamations and curiosity shattered the tranquility of the place.
The secret realm was devoid of sunlight and deathly still, yet it was filled with an overly sweet floral fragrance.
Kongming looked down and noticed a strange flower growing not far from his feet.
The petals are blood red, shimmering with an eerie luster under the starlight, and the stamens exude a rich, almost pungent, sweet fragrance.
Before I could take a closer look, a scream suddenly rang out.
Kongming suddenly looked up and saw a rogue cultivator not far away clutching his throat with both hands, his face filled with terror and pain, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Just as everyone was astonished, they saw wriggling tentacles slowly crawling out of his body from the inside out, and his body began to wither rapidly, as an invisible force frantically drained his blood and spiritual energy.
As his vital energy drained away, the rogue cultivator instantly became a dried-up corpse, while the strange flower at his feet swayed merrily.
The originally blood-red petals became even more vibrant and luscious, and one could vaguely make out the outline of a human face in the stamen, with distorted features, as if emitting a silent, sinister laugh.
what the hell!
The surrounding cultivators stared in horror at the sight, instinctively terrified of the unknown, and many began to regret coming here.
At this moment, screams of agony began to rise from the crowd.
In just a few breaths, several cultivators turned into dried corpses, while the flower, having absorbed his blood and spiritual energy, became even more beautiful, and the human faces at the flower's stamen became increasingly clear.
Kongming looked solemn and quickly shielded Zhu Ganglie to his side.
Zhao Yun cautiously scanned his surroundings...