Chương 77: Entering the Spirit Land

The crowd was thrown into confusion again as Wuma Jie returned without Wuma Zhou. No one thought of Long feng, because to them, he was already a dead duck. Lin Zu stared at Wuma Jie and sighed sadly. His newly made friend was gone! Long feng silently walked through the path created by the crowd and he jumped onto the platform. The other Yin level cultivators of the Wuma clan hurried towards him.

"Brother Jie! How did it go?" A rank five Yin level cultivator asked. Long feng nodded.

"It went well. We killed the boy!" He replied, feeling sick in his stomach.

"Good. But where is brother Zhou?" Another Yin level cultivator asked. Long feng was placed in a spot. He hadn't really considered that angle!

"We underestimated the boy. He managed to injure brother Zhou, so brother Zhou decided to return to the clan and recuperate!" He casually made up an explanation. The others were surprised to hear that brother Zhou was injured, but they seemed to have believed him and they asked no more. But Long feng couldn't stay calm! He fervently hoped that none of the Yang level monsters would bother to observe him because if they do, he would definitely be caught.

His formation could not fool the senses of a Yang level cultivator! He was lucky that none of the Yang level juniors bothered about him. They all ignored him as if all the Yin level cultivators were unworthy of their attention, non existent. Wuma Jie might be famous, but it was only among weaklings. His fame and talent meant nothing to these famed geniuses. Time slowly ticked by and the altar and the door glowed even brighter by the minute. A few hours later, a low sound spread.

The sound was deep and became louder by each passing minute. It sounded like the moan of an ancient being who just woke up from a deep slumber! The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Listening clearly, Long feng found out that it was a creaking sound. The huge door began to open, emitting creaking sounds. Everyone held their breaths. The Origin Spirit Land was finally opening!

The envoy and the leaders of the Yang level powers reappeared instantly, all staring intently at the door. Finally, the door swung open! A deep sigh reminiscent of the sigh of a supreme god escaped the door as it fully opened, followed by a burst of incredibly dense natural energies! Many people greedily absorbed the natural energies. Long feng stared unblinkingly at the sight behind the door. It was a pitch black revolving hole. Merely looking into the pitch blackness made people shiver.

It was as if a completely different world was hidden behind that mysterious revolving pitch blackness!

"The Origin Spirit Land had finally opened. You can all go in. The door will close within Three months, and you will all be ejected from the land by that time. There are countless treasures within the land, but also countless hidden dangers. If you are afraid, please step away right now!" The envoy spoke. No one moved. Who would be foolish enough to give up after coming all this way?

"Very well. You can all go in!" The envoy nodded. Whoosh! All of the juniors on the platform shot into the black hole and disappeared into it. Long feng also shot into the black hole. He felt himself falling. This feeling continued for what seemed like a century, before a blinding light forced Long feng to close his eyes. He felt his feet touch the solid ground and he opened his eyes. The place was like the normal world outside. The sun was up in the sky, shinning brightly.

The land was dry for as far as Long feng's eyes could see. But the natural energies was three times thicker than outside! Beside him, all the other juniors Including the Yang level juniors looked around. The Yin level cultivators of the Wuma clan walked towards him.

"Brother Jie! We would travel together as we earlier agreed on! Let's go!" A rank six Yin level Wuma Clansman said. Long feng's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

"What?" He asked. The Wuma Clansmen stared at him confusedly.

"We agreed that we would travel together and split anything we get equally. Have you forgotten?" A someone reminded.

"No. I haven't forgotten. But I've changed my mind. I will travel on my own!" Long feng replied, cursing Wuma Jie in his mind.

"But, brother Jie, it is too dangerous!" The Wuma Clansmen were worried.

"Don't worry about me. I can handle myself!" Long feng interrupted. He turned north and walked away, leaving the Wuma Clansmen staring at his back.

"Don't you think brother Jie is acting differently?" A female asked, her brows creased.

"Yes. Ever since he returned from killing that boy, he has been a little bit weird." He shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. Let's go!" A rank six Yin level cultivator spoke. The Wuma Clansmen also headed off in a random direction. Long feng walked on for a long time. On his way, he had found plenty half-Yin armaments on the floor. He had unhesitatingly picked them all up. Although they were useless to the current him, he could still keep them as souvenirs. But he was yet to meet something really worthy of his attention. As he was walking, he caught a glimpse of a tower in the distance.

The tower seemed to have about nine floors. Long feng ran towards the tower. When he arrived at the foot of the tall tower, he found a small door which served as the entrance to the first floor of the tower. Long feng walked into the door. Immediately he entered the first floor, a pressure crashed into him, almost making him fall on his knees! The pressure wasn't as strong as that of a Yang level cultivator, but it was still terrifying. Though it wasn't able to impede on Long feng's movement.

He turned around, only to find out that the entrance had vanished. He couldn't leave the tower! Long feng had a deep foreboding feeling, but he wasn't flustered. He calmly looked around the first floor and noticed that at the far end of the tower's first floor was a staircase which led to the second floor. Long feng took a step forward only to frown. The pressure had increased slightly. He took another step and the pressure increased yet again. Long feng came to a realisation.

The higher you go, the more terrifying the pressure becomes! He took a deep breath and walked towards the staircase. The pressure in this first floor wasn't enough to slow him down, but he was still cautious. He soon arrived at the staircase and began to ascend to the second floor. The pressure slowly increased. When he stepped into the second floor, the pressure had intensified, but it still couldn't compare to a Yang level cultivator's pressure. Turning around, Long feng found out that the staircase had vanished!

He couldn't return to the first floor! What was going on? How would someone leave the tower? What if there was no way to leave the tower at all? Would Long feng remain trapped here until the three months time arrived and he would be teleported outside? If that happened, then he would really cry!