Chapter 932: The Spirit that Devours Space

Ye Mo stood within the mist, but unlike before, it was unremarkable, harmless. He returned to the spot where the mist had been sealed, finding no change. Carefully extending his spiritual sense, he discovered it now penetrated areas previously impassable.

Without difficulty, he located the vanished cultivator—a mere skeleton, stripped even of clothing. Ye Mo surmised the mist had lost its poisonous and spiritually-barring properties after he removed the spirit array. Theoretically safe, yet a palpable sense of danger remained. He left the dead cultivator's ring untouched. Escape was his sole priority.

Had something intelligent been present before he dispelled the spirit array? An evil spirit, perhaps? The thought chilled him; the fear intensified. Without hesitation, he fled on his flying pike. Air restrictions were gone.

Spirit array, evil spirit, corrosive mist—he only sought to escape. Then, a powerful suction force struck. Ye Mo scanned his surroundings; what he saw sent a shiver down his spine. His spiritual sense registered nothing, yet the spot where he'd stood had vanished. It was as if a section had been cleanly removed from a football field, leaving a gaping hole. Had he remained, he would have disappeared with it.

Even as a Golden Core cultivator, such an inexplicable phenomenon left him helpless. Real or not, he had to leave. Otherwise, even the Golden Page world might vanish.

The suction intensified. Any hesitation would mean being sucked away, erased from existence. He dared not look back, nor retrieve the rings scattered amongst the bones. He placed an extreme-grade spirit stone on his pike, instantly boosting its speed. The suction lessened, bringing a momentary relief.

Two days later, the pike cracked under the strain. He discarded it, grabbing his remaining spirit stones, and continued his flight on Zi Xu. Speed reduced, the suction returned, but he was nearing the mist's edge. He didn't dare look back, pouring his cultivation essence into maximum speed.

Beyond the last wisp of mist, he could finally breathe easier, though he maintained full speed. The unseen force terrified him; he'd never encountered anything that devoured space.

The herb garden's secret land seemed cyclical, artificially designed. Removing the spirit array, he'd disrupted something. Unease gnawed at him. Yet, a teleportation formation existed within the herb garden. Why were there so many bones if they could use it?

A chilling realization struck him. The wooden house’s teleportation formation was concealed, its activation flags altered to his. Had he not changed them, only a formation grandmaster could have used it—a rarity at the Golden Core stage. He, a formation master, had inadvertently saved them all.

The secret land’s creator intended to lure people into the mist to be devoured. Countless deaths had occurred over the Herb Valley's existence, explaining the hidden restrictions, now weakened by time. Perhaps a restriction surrounded the wooden house, one only he'd seen.

The spirit herb garden nourished the unknown entity, its power sourced from cultivators' essence blood. To verify, he only needed to examine the spirit herbs' age within the Golden Page world. He began his investigation.