Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 138 Magic Eye

Ling Wanran: “…”

This is heartbreaking!

But when she thought about it carefully, even if she was reborn as me, luck would not be something she would have any chance of having. Thinking of the inheritance in Taohua Manor in Pingyang City, she felt even more depressed.

"Okay, then let's go east." Han Qiu was silent for a moment and turned to the east first.

Ling Wanran followed behind the large group, and for a moment she realized the deep malice of heaven towards her.

They went eastwards and walked like this for several days. The journey was peaceful. Hanqiu looked at the yellow sand ahead as usual with a sad expression.

"Luo Shan, are you sure we can get out in this direction?" Han Qiu looked at the sand dunes in front of him, his mind a little broken.

"Now that you have lost your spiritual power, you should be more steady and calm. Why are you so impatient?" Before Luo Shan could say anything, Yu Feng beside him scolded him.

Hanqiu was stunned, and followed Yufeng to watch the show: "Yeah, how could I be like this."

She spoke too quickly just now, and after seeing the endless yellow sand, she felt an inexplicable sense of annoyance in her heart, and then she couldn't help but ask Luo San a question.

"Let's go, let's keep going." Luo Shan looked solemnly at the yellow sand ahead and took the lead to take a few steps.

After walking for another half a month, most of their food had been consumed, and there was not even a drop of water left.

As the water level decreased little by little, the spirits of the corpse puppet monks became increasingly gloomy, and they stared expressionlessly at the endless yellow sand in front of them.

"I won't walk anymore. I can't get out anyway, so I might as well save some energy." Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the yellow sand.

"Zhong Yi, hold on a little longer, maybe there will be a way out ahead." Han Qiu frowned as he looked at the corpse puppet monk sitting in the yellow sand.

"A way out? You've said this so many times. I don't want to leave anymore. If you want to leave, just go ahead." The male cultivator named Zhong Yi said angrily.

"Okay, then you stay here." Luo Shan nodded, then raised his leg and continued walking forward.

"Luo San, Luo San!" Yu Feng stared. He didn't expect Luo San to leave so directly.

The monk named Zhong Yi also looked stunned.

"What should we do, Yu Feng?" Han Qiu looked at Yu Feng, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Zhong Yi, staying where you are will only lead to death. If you follow us, there may be a glimmer of hope. As a cultivator, you should stick to the firm determination to never give up until the last moment." Yu Feng looked at Luo Shan's back and became a little anxious.

"There are fifty great ways, forty-nine of which are derived from heaven, and one is escaped by humans. This glimmer of hope is reserved for those who never give up." After Ling Wanran finished speaking, she turned around and left, following in Luo Shan's footsteps.

"Fellow Daoist Luo." Ling Wanran quickly caught up with Luo Shan. There was no trace of worry on her face about not being able to find a way out. On the contrary, she became calmer.

Luo Shan glanced at Ling Wanran and said, "What you just said does make sense, so let's go east until we can't walk anymore."

Luo Shan didn't believe that the Realm of Absolute Spirits was so evil, so she started a fight with Dong Bian.

The Southern Xinjiang monks behind him surrounded Zhong Yi and tried to persuade him, but seeing no response, they left helplessly.

The group continued to walk towards the northeast. Luo Shan looked at the endless yellow sand, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

There was something strange about the yellow sand, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it.

After walking for another five days, Luo Shan looked at the exhausted monks and hesitated whether to change direction, but he suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead.

Ahead was the usual vast expanse of yellow sand, no different from what they had seen before. However, right in front of them, Zhong Yi, who had chosen to stay where he was a few days ago, had become a yellow sand sculpture, kneeling on the sand.

"Zhong Yi!"

Hanqiu was startled and ran over screaming, saying in disbelief with red eyes.

"Why is he here? Who made him like this?"

"Don't touch him!" Luo Shan probed over with his spiritual sense and said urgently.

Han Qiu was startled when she heard Luo Shan's voice, but her hand had already touched Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi, who was originally piled into a human-shaped sculpture by the yellow sand, trembled and fell stiffly on the sand. As the yellow sand fluttered down, strange brown insects crawled out of Zhong Yi's slightly opened mouth.

"They are from the Gu tribe!"

Han Qiu recognized the origin of those insects at a glance. They were a special kind of poisonous insects that the Southern Xinjiang Gu Clan had come into contact with before they began to refine their Qi.

"If I find out who killed Zhong Yi, I will make him pay with blood!" Han Qiu gritted his teeth.

"Damn those Gu Clan monks, we must kill them to avenge Zhong Yi!"

"Yes, we must not let any member of the Gu tribe go."

The crowd was excited, and all of them looked angry. The frustration and anger that they had been holding back in their hearts suddenly burst out.

"With Fellow Daoist Zhong's appearance here, it seems that we have finally found out what's strange about the yellow sand." Ling Wanran noticed the key and said immediately.

"Yeah, why is Zhong Yi here?" After venting their anger, some people regained their senses, calmed down instantly, and began to think.

"Could it be that this is a natural illusion?" someone speculated, but it was quickly denied.

"Spiritual power cannot be used here, and it is impossible to form such a strong illusion formation." Ling Wanran shook her head. She could still say a few words about formations.

"What could that be?" asked the monk from Southern Xinjiang.

"I don't know, but it's not an illusion."

"If it's not an illusion, then it's an illusion." Luo Shan spoke suddenly, looking up at the sky, where a huge sun was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood.

"Don't you think that the sun is like a giant eye?" Luo Shan pointed at the giant sun.

"Eyes?" Ling Wanran also looked over, and her face turned pale immediately after seeing it.

"The Demon Eye."

In her previous life, she died in the secret realm because of this evil eye.

At that time, she was possessed by a demon and mistakenly entered a cave, where she saw such an eye in the extremely foul-smelling black water.

But that eye was as big as an ordinary eye and just as red.

“Hahahaha, the young human cultivator actually recognized my origins.” Upon seeing someone reveal its origins, the fiery red sun in the sky transmitted its divine thoughts.

"What is the Demon Eye?" Luo Shan felt a sense of rejection when he heard the name.

"The Devil's Eye is a being that was born with intelligence after the death of a powerful demon.

"The demon eye above should be the eye of a fallen demon that has given birth to spiritual intelligence."

Ling Wanran explained.

Luo San frowned. How come another demon appeared? What does it have to do with the demon cultivator?

"Are the demon clan and the demon cultivators related?" Luo Shan had only heard of demon cultivators since he came to this world of cultivation, but this was the first time he heard the word demon clan.

"It's different. Demonic cultivators only practice differently from righteous cultivators, but the demons are a race that only knows how to kill, destroy, and ruin."

Seeing that Luo Shan understood, Ling Wanran continued:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, the Western Region also had cultivators who cultivated spiritual power a long time ago. It is said that in ancient times, the human cultivators fought a great war with the demons, and the human race used the power of millions of faiths to seal them outside the barrier between the human race and the demon world in the Western Region. Because of that seal, the spiritual power in the Western Region dropped sharply. Later, because the battlefield was in the Western Region at that time, the spiritual power mines were infected by demonic energy and turned into demon crystals."