Chapter 1244: Kālasūtra
"Kālasūtra," Zac said, not recognizing the name. "A Buddhist realm? Is it related to Samsara?"
"No," Kator growled as he took out a piece of wood. "It's one of the Eight Hells—the Threaded Hell."
Zac looked at the plank with confusion, seeing how the black threads spread far quicker on it than anywhere else. It only took moments for them to join into a pattern filled with deathly intent, one almost completely separated from Zac's understanding of the Dao of Death. Then, it was reduced to pitch-black ash that drifted onto the ground.
There was not so much of a speck of lingering spirituality or aura in the dust, the effect rivaling Zac's [Void Mountain] infusion. Sharp intakes could be heard through the room as people fearfully looked down at the lines on their bodies and the Yphelion itself.
"It was mortal Wood," Galau said, taking out a series of raw materials ranging from Mortal to D-grade.
Zac relaxed upon seeing the stark difference between the weakest and strongest materials. The patterns began as dots that gradually expanded into threads, where the higher the grade or Dao you wielded, the slower the process. Zac estimated even the weakest crew had half an hour before they'd meet the same fate as the plank. Hegemons would last twice that, at the very least, while the Yphelion could withstand the Threaded Hell even longer.
That didn't mean they could sit around. The threads were slow-moving but unrelenting. Even Zac came up empty, whether it was using Void Energy or his Eoz bloodline. Furthermore, the Death-attuned module was gradually losing energy. The lines' slow growth might accelerate if they lost the Yphelion's protection.
And that wasn't even mentioning the other dangers that might lurk in this unfamiliar place.
"Jaol," Zac said.