Miaojiang
Burning Silence Forest
The forest was covered in white snow.
The temperature was extremely cold.
A small stream was frozen solid.
A forest that emitted a strange aura.
It still maintained its emerald green color and was silent.
It was as if there was no living thing in the entire forest.
A group of people trekked in the forest with difficulty.
The leader's face was red and he had difficulty breathing.
The people following behind him looked much better. They were all dressed in beautiful clothes.
It looked particularly cold, but they only frowned at the temperature of the outside world.
"This ice is not ordinary ice." A cultivator with a weak face looked at the surrounding forest.
All he saw was desolation. He said with certainty.
The people next to him glanced at him and only felt the temperature of his body seeping into his body.
The True Qi in his dantian was also very difficult to circulate. "I feel that we are getting closer and closer to that thing."
"Then let's hurry over." That person quickly stood up and said.
They came from the other side of the Sea of Sky.
They suffered heavy casualties along the way, and their vitality was greatly damaged.
When they passed by Burning Silence Forest, they heard that there were treasures in the forest that were good for healing. As long as they were allowed to enter, they could save a life. Some people said that even cultivators could heal.
They came over skeptically.
For this reason, they specifically asked the leader.
The leader was a native of Miaojiang. He was covered in silver ornaments. When he heard that they wanted to enter the forest, he did not open his mouth to stop them. He only asked them to bring a child along.
"Azou likes children." The leader said with certainty. "If you bring a child, Azou's beast will not hurt people."
After thinking about it, he looked strangely at the frail and delicate child at the back of the group. Speaking of which, it was strange. Ever since they forcefully brought this child into the forest, all kinds of legendary beasts had not appeared. They had been walking steadily until now.
He did not continue to think about it. He just ordered people to watch the child and not let him run away. After that, he ordered, "Let's go."
The leader had rested enough. His simple and honest face looked easy to get close to.
"When you enter Azou's forest, don't use force."
This Miaojiang man explored the road very carefully in front. He knew that the group of people behind him were high and mighty cultivators, but he still instructed them as usual. Azou liked people to come and see him. The people in the clan often brought wanderers over, but they asked them to bring the child.
The cultivator frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Ever since he entered the forest, he always had a feeling that he was being watched. His whole body was filled with fear as if he was being entangled by snakes. Thinking that this was Miaojiang, he had a bad feeling.
"Why are you not allowed to use force?"
The leader replied, "Azou's beast doesn't like it."
The self-cultivator was puzzled. Ever since he entered the forest, he had heard the name Azou from the mouth of this Miaojiang man countless times. Could it be that the treasure here belonged to one of the ancestors of this tribe?
After thinking for a while, the cultivator was amused by his own strange idea.
From the very beginning, they had investigated the identity of this guide. They were completely sure that the other party was an ordinary mortal without a trace of Zhen Qi in his body. Other than his strange mouth, there was nothing special. Moreover, as long as it was the clan of this guide, they seemed to be somewhat strange.
The cultivators put aside their doubts and continued to follow the guide.
The surrounding scenery constantly changed. The trees began to grow taller and taller. What they saw became more and more barren. The cold temperature invaded their skin, causing all the cultivators to shiver. On the contrary, the guide in front of them began to shiver from the cold. His expression was very comfortable, and some of the sickly redness on his face disappeared.
None of the cultivators noticed this phenomenon. They were busy observing the surrounding environment and found that the tall trees had changed from dense to bare. Finally, some small insects appeared, but they were all frozen in the ice.
"What's going on?" One of them frowned.
The cultivator immediately shook his head and stopped him, "You're too loud."
After saying that, he signaled the other party to look at the surrounding environment.
That person unwillingly swallowed his words.
The cultivator withdrew his gaze with a cold face. He didn't know why, but he had a premonition in his heart that he shouldn't speak loudly in this forest. Otherwise, the consequences were definitely not what he wanted to see.
The cultivator chose to believe.
The facts proved that he was right.
They began to see some white humanoid cocoons one after another. White silk wrapped around the humanoid cocoons densely. Weapons were scattered around the cocoons, and some of the cocoons were broken in half. The self-cultivators were stunned. Were these people self-cultivators?
Every one of them felt the spiritual energy emitted by the weapons on the ground.
The spiritual energy of some of the weapons was so imposing that even they found it difficult to breathe.
The cultivators hesitantly looked at each other and decided to send someone to the leader to check out the situation.
"What's going on?
Why are so many cultivators dead here? "
The leader scratched his head in a simple and honest manner and replied, "These are all people who used force. Azou's beasts don't like them."
That cultivator listened in silence and chose to go back and tell them. After all the cultivators heard this, the atmosphere changed and their expressions became serious. They finally realized the danger of entering the forest this time.
They couldn't use force. Once they did, it would only prove that they would be greeted with an unprecedented attack.
The atmosphere suddenly fell into a deadlock.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally spoke.
Someone said softly, "Since we're not taking the initiative to use force, does that mean that nothing will attack us?" Did that also mean that they would be safe?
The answer was what everyone wanted. The others didn't have any other thoughts and finally decided to follow this person's train of thought. "Even if we use force, we have to wait until the last moment. Those beasts will take the initiative to attack us first." That cultivator said with a serious expression.
The group continued to walk in, and the number of white threads gradually increased. Large piles of white threads were piled on the ground. There was also a net of white threads hanging on the tree trunks. Once stepped on, the white threads would stick to the bottom of one's shoes, making it very difficult to remove.
The cultivator carefully distinguished it. After a while, he looked at his companions and said softly, "This … this … seems to be spider silk?"
Someone said in shock, "Spider silk?
You can see the texture of this silk. There's a big pile and a big pile. If it's really spider silk, then how big would the spider be?! "
No one responded to him. Everyone's expression was very ugly.
Because they suddenly realized that what the other person said was very correct. There were no living things in the forest along the way, only some small insects. Then, could it be that the strange disappearance of the living things in the forest was all eaten by that oversized spider? This thought came suddenly and also made them uneasy.
The further in they walked, the more white silk there were. The black ground was completely covered in a thick layer of white silk. Every step on it was very strenuous. It took a lot of effort to take a step.
The person leading the way seemed to be very familiar with this place. The way he walked was a little strange. He stepped on the edge of the white silk and didn't seem to be strenuous. When the cultivators behind saw this, they immediately got everyone to step on the person's footsteps. Sure enough, it saved a lot of effort.
Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, kacha kacha sounds came from the distance.
Everyone could feel the vibrations of heavy objects moving quickly on the white silk. It was accompanied by the sound of arthropods colliding with each other, which made people's hair stand on end. At this time, the person leading the way also stopped and stood in place, looking in an unknown direction.
The cultivators followed his gaze and looked in that direction.
A black dot began to slowly grow bigger, gradually revealing its original shape.
It was a millstone-sized spider. Its whole body was purplish black and there were some strange golden patterns on its back. It was very humanoid. It moved quickly in front of the crowd, raised its claws, looked at the person leading the way, and hissed softly. It ignored the person leading the way and looked at them.
All the cultivators froze.
What did this big spider want to do?
The spider began to slowly approach. Many of the cultivators held their weapons. If the spider attacked, they decided to fight back.
Fortunately, the person leading the way reminded them, "Don't use force. Azou's beast doesn't like to use force. It just wants to see if you are a threat. Don't attack."
Hearing this, the cultivators didn't immediately let go. They held their hands and let the big spider come closer. They looked left and right, but didn't attack. The person leading the way was telling the truth. As long as they didn't attack, the big spider wouldn't attack. For a moment, everyone ignored the big spider. It was like they were in a world where they could just look at it as they pleased.
The spider soon finished looking. Looking at the cultivators who ignored it, a trace of anger and grievance flashed through its black beady eyes. It was so angry. It had come here with great difficulty, but these people weren't afraid of it.
It hissed angrily and turned to leave.
The person leading the way hurriedly followed behind it and called out to them, "Hurry up, the beast is taking us to see Azou."
The cultivators' eyes immediately lit up. They had heard the rumor that the treasure could heal anyone who got close to him.
This was also their goal.
Everyone didn't hesitate and followed the person in front.
The group continued to walk in, and the white silk that covered the sky came into view. Everywhere they looked, everything was white. The tree trunks, the ground, the water, and even the sky were white. It was a world of whiteness. An incomparably huge cocoon stood in the center, and a door opened under the cocoon. At the door, there was a purple figure and a few black dots, and no one knew what they were doing.
The spider was very fast. It didn't take long for it to reach the bottom of the cocoon.
Everyone sped up. After reaching the cocoon, they could clearly see the scene under the cocoon.
They could clearly see the face of the purple figure. It was a handsome man wearing purple clothes and silver accessories. His eyes were like cold stars, his skin was pale, and his facial features were deep and good-looking. His whole person had an aura that kept people a thousand miles away. He glanced coldly at the cultivators. Seeing the cultivators stop in their tracks, he lowered his head and teased Arachnida, who had run to his side.
Someone looked at the man's clothes, dumbfounded, and said, "This person's clothes … are simply …" Offensive to public morals.