Strange, eerie!
Ji Hao's expression turned serious, and he gripped his blade, ready to act. "Just trying to be mysterious!"
Zhou You murmured, "Don't make a move."
Ji Hao forcefully suppressed the urge to strike at his surroundings. "I didn't detect any formation activating. Could it be a plant that has gained sentience?"
Since ancient times, there have been many instances of plants gaining sentience.
Zhou You's gaze swept across the area, finding it increasingly bizarre. "I suspect... there might be a powerful individual who died here, or rather, was buried here."
Ji Hao said, "Is this a graveyard?"
Zhou You replied, "At any rate, this isn't a suitable place for people to live out their old age."
If not for their astonishing eyesight, they would be completely blind here.
Ji Hao fell silent, feeling he had asked a foolish question.
A place seven or eight hundred meters deep underground is inherently unsuitable for the living.
Only the dead would go to such depths.
It was to avoid their graves being dug up after death.
Moreover, this place was so secretive; who would ever think of it?
"I suddenly understood something."
Zhou You continued, "That flood dragon came here from upstream."
"..."
Ji Hao remained silent; he wasn't interested in that topic.
He didn't want to know where the flood dragon came from right now; he just wanted to know if they could get out of this place unscathed.
Advance or retreat?
Both fell silent and stopped talking.
After a while, Zhou You finally lifted his right foot, thought about it, then switched to his left foot.
What was the meaning?
Naturally, it was to change fate.
If the moment he lifted his right foot was dictated by fate, then suddenly switching to his left foot wouldn't that be defying fate?
Zhou You nodded thoughtfully, but as soon as that step landed, a chilling aura immediately washed over them.
Every blade of grass and every leaf trembled slightly, emitting wisps of sharp sword qi.
Each strand of sword qi was weak, but what if there were millions of them?
This was undoubtedly a deadly army!
The answer was obvious: they should retreat now, not continue forward.
"Such pure sword intent."
Ji Hao was secretly alarmed. "It's not a bit weaker than your sword intent; in fact, it's much stronger."
His wariness of Zhou You stemmed from the sword intent that bloomed the moment Zhou You drew his sword.
The purity of that sword intent was absolutely not to be underestimated.
Zhou You stood still, calmly sensing everything around him.
Ji Hao asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhou You murmured, "I'm just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"Thinking about why we came to a graveyard."
"Why?"
"I don't know, that's why I said I'm thinking."
"Get lost."
Ji Hao cursed angrily, "Isn't it because you wanted to come that we're here?"
Zhou You softly asked, "Let me ask you something, what do we usually say when we encounter a coffin?"
Ji Hao hesitated, "Promotion and wealth?"
Zhou You nodded, "So, this is an omen, indicating that having arrived at this place, we will either get a promotion or get rich."
Ji Hao said coldly, "Or it could be a coffin prepared for us."
He pointed at a large tree in front. "That tree trunk would be perfect for a coffin."
Zhou You looked over. "By the way, if you die, what kind of wood would you want for your coffin?"
Ji Hao mused, "Golden nanmu, I suppose. They say it has good anti-corrosion properties. Perhaps ten thousand years from now, my descendants can still pay their respects to my remains."
Zhou You said, "Oh, my thoughts are the opposite of yours."
Ji Hao said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"
Zhou You said, "If I die, I want a coffin made of peach wood."
Ji Hao frowned, "I don't understand."
"To ward off evil."
Zhou You replied.
Ji Hao scoffed, "Afraid you'll crawl out yourself and scare people, huh?"
Zhou You shook his head. "Not really. I'm afraid others will rob my tomb."
Ji Hao started to get annoyed again. "What's the point of talking about all this nonsense? If you want a coffin, then go die."
Zhou You's expression became three-tenths serious. "What I really want to say is, if this place is a graveyard, then where is the coffin?"
Ji Hao was startled and sensed carefully.
He was a top-tier expert of the Wu Ji Realm; the intensity of his perception was imaginable.
Ji Hao frowned. "There are no discoveries, nor any traces of formation arrangements. In fact, I can even sense the magma beneath the rock layer three kilometers down."
At this point, he ruled out the possibility of a hidden formation.
Even a concealment type of formation would only reduce spiritual energy fluctuations to an easily overlooked level, not make them completely disappear.
Furthermore, if it were arrangements made by the dead, after so many years without maintenance, it would be close to disintegration, if not already so.
"Or..."
Ji Hao changed the subject. "All this talk about a graveyard is nonsense."
Zhou You shrugged. "I'm just guessing for fun, after all, this place definitely isn't for the living. I mean, what living person would reside in such a Dark Nothingness place? And there's water nearby, so noisy."
Ji Hao snorted coldly. "I'm really fed up with you. If you like this place, I can do you a favor and bury you here."
Zhou You shook his head. "Let's not, I still want to live another five hundred years."
Ji Hao lifted his foot, about to move forward, but Zhou You reached out. "Don't move."
Ji Hao snapped, "Now what?"
Zhou You said, "Didn't I tell you? We're already surrounded. If we move carelessly again, we'll probably die."
Ji Hao spat. "You think I'd believe you? You cowardly scardey-cat."
As he spoke, he took a step.
In an instant, the darkness trembled, and grass blades flew.
Ji Hao's face changed dramatically, and he roared, "Do you know who I am? How dare you ambush me!"
His black blade danced wildly, sweeping up a sky full of grass blades like a whirlwind.
Zhou You sighed. "Young people, they just can't keep their composure."
Clang! Clang!
The black blade emitted countless tiny clashing sounds, and drops of Blood Spirit flew up in the darkness, hitting Zhou You's face.
Ji Hao was furious, his eyes turning red, and the blade itself glowed red.
At that moment, the swirling grass and leaves formed a giant sword in the air, stabbing heavily forward.
Ji Hao roared, and the Blood Spirit Kui appeared, stomping the hard ground, then he fully extended his blade to block the attack.
Bang!
Ji Hao slid back over ten meters, leaving a deep furrow.
The 'giant sword' dispersed, completely enveloping Ji Hao from above, the leaves like swords, straight and sharp.
Ji Hao's expression was grim; he and Zhou You actually shared a common weakness.
That was, they weren't good at defense!
For them, offense was the best defense.
Why learn so many other messy things?
Of course, this was Ji Hao's thought.
Zhou You wanted to learn, but he didn't have the opportunity.
Whoosh!
A piercing, sharp sound of rushing wind rose, like ten thousand swords firing at once, all striking at Ji Hao. The terrifying sword intent made even Zhou You feel somewhat inferior.