Chapter 2539: Chapter 2537: The Power in the Darkness

“I’m sorry, my friend Ethan Smith, but Uncle Master Marc said you are the only Destiny Energy observed here, so we had no choice but to seek your help.”

Mysterious Heart had an apologetic look on his face and bowed slightly to Ethan Smith.

“Forget it, we’re already here…”

Having entered the Misty Forest, there’s no possibility of retreat.

Due to the Chaos Sky-covering Mirror’s slow speed, and West Hill’s deliberate control of the flying speed, they avoided attracting the attention of the cultivators in the forest.

Thus, after nearly three days of progress, they only completed the outer path.

“Be careful, ahead lies the core of the Misty Forest.”

Looking at the pitch-black forest ahead, seemingly impenetrable by any light, the expression on Mysterious Heart’s face was extremely solemn.

As the group ventured deeper, Ethan Smith’s face changed, streams of Dark Force flooded his Sea of Knowledge from all directions.

“Resist these forces outside your divine sense, never allow them into the core of your divine sense, or a great disaster awaits.”

Mysterious added from the side, a protective Sword Intent surged from his body, isolating those dark forces.

The moment the Dark Power blew onto Ethan Smith’s body, an atmosphere of darkness, terror, and despair assaulted his mental world.

Not only was his mind affected, it seemed as though his body was simultaneously being corroded.

Ethan Smith could even feel physical weakness, mental fatigue, which he realized were merely illusions brought on by the Dark Force.

Fuse with the Dark Power! Become stronger! Rule the world!

Intense temptation surged in Ethan Smith’s soul, even with his powerful Divine Soul, he felt the impact on his spirit.

He began to understand why this region was the realm of Hominini, as the powerful Dark Force tempts cultivators’ minds, increasing their risk of falling. The Dark Power can manipulate a cultivator’s desires, fears, and negative emotions, enticing them to pursue power, revenge, or other evil goals. Cultivators may gradually lose their way, be controlled by the Dark Power, and eventually walk the Evil Path.

This repeated washing of force would likely cause even the strongest to collapse one day.

An astonishing thought flooded Ethan Smith’s Sea of Knowledge, suggesting that perhaps even Saint Zi Yang fell because of this force.

Just as he was lost in thought, the Evil Eye he held suddenly trembled with excitement.

Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul could sense its longing for the Divine Soul Power and Dark Power within, but he forcefully suppressed the Evil Eye’s tremors, lest its absorption of these forces attracts notice from the dark beings.

He used his Divine Soul Power to fend off the dark forces outside, but as they delved deeper.

The swirling Dark Force Storm required significant energy to counter.

Moreover, with the intensifying dark storm, they could barely gauge the situation within a few kilometers, unable to explore the entire Demon Territory’s specifics.

“If we go any further, it’s unlikely we’ll last long before being discovered. Our Divine Soul Power burst out in such an environment to counter the Dark Force, now we’re as conspicuous as targets.”

Ethan Smith’s golden gaze stared beyond the Chaos Sky-covering Mirror, noticing their aura had already leaked from within the treasure light.

Especially Heavenly Genesis Sect’s Caelan Russell and Li Yang, whose Divine Soul Power seemed relatively weak.

The two struggled in resistance, making their energy leakage even more visible.

“We’ve been spotted, prepare for battle.”

Mysterious Heart suddenly halted, a Bronze Sword appeared instantly in his hand.

The sword’s body was green, emanating a fresh aura.

The moment the Sword Energy dispersed, a cold feeling swept across everyone’s divine sense, slightly easing the resistance against the Divine Soul Power.

At this moment, seeing the scene ahead, they gasped in shock.

Before them stood nearly twenty black-robed figures mounted on Bone Wolves, unbeknownst to them.

These black-robed beings had skin pale as snow, lifeless, and seemingly lacking blood flow.

Their faces twisted and deformed beneath the robes, full of malice and indifference.

Their eyes deep and bottomless, pupils entirely black.

“Demon clan undead, be cautious. These undead are bodies of Hominini cultivators fallen here, their souls sealed by the Dark Power upon death, becoming undead after invasion. Although these strongest fell, having become part of the darkness, perhaps they’re even stronger than in life.”

Mysterious Heart shouted, as he did so.

He had already swung his sword, a mighty Sword Intent like a glowing ray illuminating the Misty Forest.

Before the strength of the first sword waned, the second sword followed, emerging again.

Gentle Stream Swordsmanship!

A renowned Sword Technique of Mysterious Sword Sect, a terrifying move with Penny Oliver’s sword.

A stream-like, continuous sword momentum surged like a tide, instantly impacting the twenty undead.

Retreat!

Retreat again!

The terrifying power of the twenty undead was suppressed by one person, one sword; Mysterious Heart’s Sword Technique flowed gently, resilient yet fierce.

Boom!

The final strike arrived, reducing the twenty undead to dust, erasing any sign of their existence.

“Senior Brother Mysterious Heart’s Gentle Stream Swordsmanship seems even more terrifying!”

Caelan Russell was about to speak but heard Mysterious Heart shout loudly.

“Be careful!”

The obscure, dry chant suddenly echoed in the Misty Forest, a sound Ethan Smith had heard before.

Similar to the chant of Demonic Sacrifice, at this moment, while Gentle Stream Sword Intent forced out the Dark Power, Ethan Smith’s divine sense glimpsed a tall ritualist in the distance, raising a Magic Wand and chanting.

The sky seemed drawn to his wand, sinking like a vortex funnel and lightly touching the wand.

Phantom Grip!

A shrill voice rang from the mouth of the giant ritualist.

“What the hell is this?”

Caelan Russell shouted loudly, his voice tinged with fear.

As the chant concluded, outside the Chaos Sky-covering Mirror’s treasure light.

Somehow, a soul as big as a mountain was beside them.

A twisted hand released cold frost and decay, clutching the entire magical light.

This hand appeared in shades from pale to dark, with long knuckles and sharp claws like steel.

The shape of the phantom constantly changing, sometimes a human outline, sometimes indiscernible. Through the dark mist, hollow eyes emitted cold and terrifying light.

These eyes had no pupils, only pure black, mirroring the depths of The Abyss.