Chapter 2451: Dig Out His Eyes
The deeper Zu An ventured, the more concentrated the death energy around him became. From time to time, he even heard bizarre sounds, as if someone was gossiping about him from the dark.
However, he had a calm expression. Even disregarding the Primordial Origin Sutra, which curbed death energy, he was the master of the underworld. Even though he wasn't able to exert his authority now, his identity still allowed him to travel freely to and from the underworld. Needless to say, he wasn’t affected by death energy. Perhaps it would sound ridiculous to others, but this sinister atmosphere felt welcoming to him.
As for the ghosts hiding in the shadows, he had more important matters to attend to right now, so he couldn’t be bothered to deal with them. Even though these ghosts coveted his flesh and blood, they sensed a natural authority from him and dared not make a move on him.
Some time later, Zu An finally arrived somewhere familiar. It was a bridge in front of an abyss. A fog shrouded the area beneath the bridge, obscuring its support posts. It was a mystery how this bridge remained standing despite the relentless passage of time.
Zu An crossed the bridge and walked up to the edge of the abyss. Something pitch-black seemed to be swirling inside. It instilled a natural fear that could induce goosebumps and leave one’s limbs feeling cold. Yet, it also contained some kind of magic that would tempt one to jump in. Any weaker cultivator standing here would have unknowingly leaped in by now.
“This must be what the Ocean races call the Eye of the Ocean. They don’t know that it’s the underworld’s entrance.” Zu An was in no rush to enter. He examined the area above the abyss, the cliff opposite from it.
He wanted to verify something… but his heart sank at a glance. Unwilling to give up, he flew into the sky and spent a while searching the vicinity. In the end, however, he had to concede that the Necropolis Emperor’s sculpture wasn't here!
Back then, in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons, that majestic sculpture had shaken him to the core. Mojard’s beast form and the Ox Head Horse Face giants were humongous, but they were still nothing compared to the Necropolis Emperor’s sculpture. Of course, its size was secondary. What had shaken him more was the inexplicable pressure it left on him.
Zu An practically started doubting his reality. “How is this possible? How is this possible?!”