The Wood‑Spirit Mortal Body is the ultimate spirit body for communicating with plants. In this world, all living things carry spirit.
Even plants have their own emotions, vitality, and sensation.
That's why, in the past, there have always been plants that absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and were able to become spiritual beings and cultivate the Dao.
Even though time here is frozen, why have all the plants completely lost their vitality?
Evan Lin took a deep breath and looked at the flowers and trees as if surveying a field of corpses.
Plants without life.
They should have withered.
But the plants in front of him hadn't withered. Yet—they had no life.
Utterly abnormal.
Is this also the rule of this world?
Standing on the stone steps.
The pitch-black swamp was split on both sides of the stone steps.
In the swamp water, countless rotting corpses could be vaguely seen.
Some looked like humans.
Some looked like animals.
Some... their origins couldn't be seen, and it was impossible to guess what they were.
Evan Lin descended along the stone steps.
Since he had come, he should investigate.
Last time, he saw Everlost in the Mysterious Ruin.
This time, he didn't know what kind of Immortal Lord he would encounter.
Perhaps also one of those legendary beings who only exist in ancient records and myths?
Evan Lin descended further, leaving the sunlight behind.
The Left-Hand Dragon sleeping in his left arm snorted faintly, and the black Lyria Blossom at his heart emitted a faint black glow, floating in front of his chest.
For a brief moment.
The pitch-black Lyria Blossom paused briefly as it spun.
Then, as usual, it quietly hovered.
Darkness.
What met his eyes was a darkness deeper than pitch-black.
The deeper he went, the thinner the swamp miasma became.
He kept going down.
Evan Lin couldn't remember how long he'd been walking down; when he looked back, he saw only a tiny point of light in the direction he came from.
That tiny point of light was the only link between the underground dark world beneath the swamp and the normal world above.
Evan Lin snapped his fingers.
Little fire dragons emerged from his fingertips, glowing and gradually lighting up the surroundings.
The air below was better than Evan Lin had imagined.
The appearance of the fire dragons didn't ignite the swamp.
With the firelight, Evan Lin realized that at some point, the parted swamp water on both sides had become solid pitch-black walls.
The walls felt cold and lifeless.
Even though Evan Lin didn't touch them, he could feel the air around him constantly getting colder.
Around him, only Evan Lin's footsteps could be heard.
The fire dragons quietly circled and shuttled back and forth, illuminating the pitch-black walls.
On the walls.
There were blood-red handprints.
Dense.
Thousands upon thousands.
It looked like a group of people once tried to escape from here.
But the path was too narrow.
Too many people.
So, they couldn't get through.
They seemed terrified.