togophonebook Chapter 55: What kind of thing did we dig up?
Chapter 55: What kind of thing did we dig up?
They had never seen what a grave looked like.
But the divine way told them that this was the grave.
Kunwu stopped chuckling, and Cangqiong Daoren stopped laughing.
The indignant Yin-Yang Taoist priest, initially filled with resentment, now felt a mixture of shock and joy.
"Did you find a big one?"
The Yin-Yang Taoist said absentmindedly.
"Buzz!"
The three were in shock.
The grave, which had been dug within nine steps, suddenly emitted a buzzing sound and was rapidly pushed away by an indescribable force.
The ground trembled slightly, and the three of them almost lost their footing.
Until the grave was pushed to the exit of the passage, a distance of nine steps.
It was as if he was proving through his actions that "other" was not allowed to exist within nine steps.
Kunpeng wasn't here; if he were, he would understand that this is a manifestation of order existing within nine steps of the passage exit, a sign that it doesn't merge with the apocalyptic world.
Whether this world is distorted or disordered, it cannot violate the nine-step radius around the exit of the passage.
With a loud "boom".
After the grave was pushed nine steps away, there was a dull thud.
In the post-apocalyptic world, the sky was a sickly mix of dark purple and pale green, with distorted and unpredictable light.
The ancient tomb buried deep underground, which the Yin-Yang Taoist priest had unearthed, underwent a tremendous change, accompanied by a deafening explosion.
Instead, it emitted a dull, viscous gurgling sound, similar to that of a huge creature swallowing or vomiting.
The surrounding soil became soft and sinking like a swamp, while at the same time it slowly crawled and surged upwards like a living thing.
Without a violent explosion or collapse, a coffin was pushed out of the ground like a huge, decaying seed by an invisible force.
The surrounding soil wasn't blasted apart, but rather flowed away slowly and reluctantly, like thick, black blood, making room.
The coffin itself defied common sense, remaining upright like an abrupt tombstone, piercing the chaotic sky from the softening earth.
The coffin was rotten and decayed, with the wooden parts covered in mold and insect holes, resembling a skeleton gnawed away by time.
The surface was covered in damp, cold, and slippery soil, emitting a strong, suffocating, pungent, and rotten stench that mingled with the dust and rust in the apocalyptic air, creating a unique hellish atmosphere.
The coffin lid was tilted, revealing a bottomless darkness inside, like a portal to another twisted dimension.
It did not soar into the sky, but rather rose slowly in a heavy, sluggish, and extremely unnatural manner, as if being pulled by invisible, viscous threads.
When it completely detached from the ground and reached a bizarre height of several feet or tens of feet above the ground, it did not fall, but instead defied gravity and hovered crookedly in mid-air.
From the cracks and holes in the coffin, or from the open coffin lid, a ghostly green, chilling phosphorescent light silently drifted out, like countless trapped vengeful spirits screaming in silence.
These phosphorescent lights did not illuminate the surroundings; instead, they made the nearby shadows even darker and more distorted.
Where the coffin hovered, the air seemed thicker and colder, and the light was severely refracted and distorted, creating a visually murky area.
The already distorted post-apocalyptic world is now completely turned upside down.
The tomb, a symbol of death and silence, is suspended in the air.
However, the living, the Yin-Yang Daoists, the Azure Sky Daoists, and others might feel that the earth has become as ethereal as quicksand, as if it could be swallowed up by this chaotic land at any moment.
The boundaries between life and death, and the order between superiors and inferiors, are completely disrupted at this moment.
Soil, which should be a symbol of bearing and covering, now exhibits the characteristics of a wriggling, retreating living creature, as if it possesses malicious intent.
The darkness inside the coffin seemed to breathe, but instead of a breath, it emitted a chilling phosphorescence, intensifying the eeriness of the environment.
The entire process of breaking through the ground and taking off is accompanied by a heart-pounding, sticky sound and visual distortion, yet it may be unusually quiet, or the sound may be distorted into an unrecognizable, mentally tormenting low groan.
It exudes a strong aura of death and a chilling phosphorescence, becoming a new, eerie, and twisted landmark in this chaotic world.
The boundaries between life and death, up and down, reality and illusion are completely blurred and confused here.
As the distorted energy emanating from the suspended coffin increased.
The environment beneath the coffin began to change, or rather, a vast, eerie tomb city appeared.
Like a city of the dead, it rapidly expanded outwards from the coffin as its center.
In the blink of an eye, a huge city appeared from a distance.
The city was not built in an orderly fashion of bricks and stones, but rather grew or seeped out from the creeping, cold, sticky black swamp-like ground.
The building is crooked and twisted, like solidified decaying matter, covered with mold, cracks and holes oozing blackish-purple stains.
Numerous structures hang vertically in violation of the rules, or tilt at extremely unnatural angles toward the morbid sky, like countless magnified, decaying tombstones.
The streets were not flat, but rather like swirling eddies of solidified black slime or constantly undulating, sinking quicksand, making walking on them feel like trekking through the entrails of rotting creatures.
In the very heart of the city, an ancient coffin, suspended vertically with its lid cracked, stands like a heart.
Its height far surpasses the surrounding buildings, making it the absolute core and source of power of the Ghost Realm.
From the cracks and holes in the coffin, eerie green, chilling phosphorescent flames continuously and silently spewed out.
The space around the coffin is the area with the most severe visual pollution. The light is extremely distorted and refracted, forming a thick and murky halo. Everything looks as if it is seen through a layer of swaying, putrid grease.
The "living" creatures that walk in the cemetery are not living people in the traditional sense.
You might see blurry, semi-transparent shadows, resembling phosphorescent flames emanating from a coffin.
They stiffly repeat the actions they performed in life on the streets, such as walking and hawking without any purpose.
There were even skeletons or mummified corpses that had been ignited by phosphorescence, their movements stiff and slow.
The city's ground was like a black swamp, slowly writhing, churning, and sinking, like a giant digestive organ.
It can devour anything that falls into it, and may also bring decaying waste such as bones and broken coffin fragments to the surface.
When a living person walks on the road, they will feel that their feet are floating and that they may be swallowed by the earth or float for a short distance due to weightlessness.
Those shadowy figures and skeletons that represent death may defy gravity and float or move backward on walls and ceilings.
The air was thick with a suffocating, pungent, and putrid stench. The sky was shrouded in the eerie green phosphorescence and distorted halo emanating from the coffins. The sickly purple-green light of the sky was suppressed, and the city was forever in a dark, pale green, and eerie state of writhing shadows.
The city was eerily silent, with only the viscous sound of the earth slowly swallowing and writhing, and a faint, tormenting low groan and wail.
There is no real life here, only death active in another form.
"Have we gotten ourselves into trouble?"
Although he finally developed his special abilities, the Yin-Yang Taoist was afraid of such a big commotion.
What on earth did I dig up?
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