Chapter 73: Endless Corridor

It seems only by passing through that door can we leave the blessed land.

Wu Xian glanced around and couldn’t help but complain.

“But visibility here is so low—even if that door were obvious, I still couldn’t see it.”

After setting down the credential, Wu Xian pulled out the Ten Souls Banner.

This time, the Ten Souls Banner was complete.

Its previous fragmented state wasn’t due to damage—it was because Wu Xian had split into three parts, and since it was a fixed equipment, it had split along with him.

And even more surprising to Wu Xian was.

But Wu Xian had no other options.

Seven twisted little figures were painted on the Ten Souls Banner, meaning seven wandering spirits had already been captured; Wu Xian could release them at any time and issue an absolute command!

With this, he wasn’t even afraid of ordinary major spirits, let alone wandering ones.

Could this meat be eaten?

Just as Wu Xian was about to take a dangerous step, he suddenly heard sounds—and his eyes lit up.

His eyebrows nearly flew off his forehead—there was still a surprise!

All the worship artifacts on Xu Ming, Wei Hao, and the Jia man had merged onto Wu Xian’s person!

Six Flying Blade Talismans remained, with seventeen uses left.

He gathered everything, then officially began exploring this bizarre biological corridor.

It must be!

Five young men and women stood beside the table, lost in ecstasy as they savored the delicious dishes.

When Wu Xian saw the last talisman, his brow immediately knotted.

The wall beside where he rested hung a dark gray overcoat.

Seeing this, Wu Xian’s saliva immediately dripped down.

Wu Xian cursed under his breath, stamped all ten talismans onto his fingers, and prepared to explore this flesh-and-blood corridor.

His legs began to swell and ache.

Wu Xian continued flipping through them.

The slender woman tore off a piece of pork knuckle and shoved the whole thing into her mouth; her bright red lipstick mixed with the soft, fatty, lean pork as it vanished inside, her sensual lips coated in fragrant grease.

Slap!

Wu Xian slapped himself hard—his face bore a clear palm print, his lips slightly cracked; the pain pulled him back from his craving into clarity.

Wu Xian sneered.

In the center of the corridor stood a long table, laden with large platters of mouthwatering dishes: braised fish, pig’s trotters, pork knuckles, roasted chicken, steaming hot pot, and several bottles of chilled beer…

So destroying the corridor to escape was impossible.

Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, mental fatigue—all these negative states piled up, making him look on the verge of collapse; his gaze grew dangerous as he stared at the blood-flesh walls on either side.

All he saw was unchanging scenery; all he smelled was the pungent stench of blood. No sense of time, no sense of distance—he didn’t even know how far or how long he’d walked.

There was also a fat man who swallowed an entire chicken leg whole; the crispy cartilage crunched in his mouth. Perhaps he choked a bit, so he downed half a bottle of cola in one gulp, letting out a satisfied sigh.

After walking further, he reached the other side of the corridor.

Sight, smell, taste, sound—everything before him stimulated Wu Xian’s ravenous hunger.

Only upon closer inspection did he realize the Mirror of Revealing Demons had changed.

Four talismans remained: two from Xu Ming—the Copying Spell and the later-acquired Diffusion Spell, one from Wei Hao—the Miasma Spell, and one from the Jia man…

Still the size of a palm, but with a new Eight Trigrams pattern around the edge; the Daoist inscriptions were now clearer and more refined, imbued with an ancient, solemn charm.

Wu Xian pulled out the Mirror of Revealing Demons again.

Certain complementary artifacts, under the right conditions, could fuse into a new, higher-tier artifact.

Wu Xian had tried using Flying Blade Talismans to carve a path through the corridor walls, but after expending seven, he’d only managed a narrow depression barely wide enough for one person—and when he passed again, the depression had already healed.

But now.

Wu Xian couldn’t help but take a step forward.

He could only pause for a moment to rest.

The Eight Trigrams Mirror of Revealing Demons, a premium artifact, could be obtained from a premium shrine or fused from three Eight Trigrams Mirrors, three Mirror of Revealing Demons, or one of each.

This flesh-and-blood corridor must be a giant circle.

He was exhausted and starving, with no water or food here—staying put would only lead to death by hunger or thirst; better to walk around and search for possible breakthroughs.

No matter how good or bad.

Were these things meant for him?

“I remember Wei Hao and the Jia man each had a Mirror of Revealing Demons—why do I only have one?”

Eight Trigrams Mirror of Revealing Demons: Premium Artifact (Fused), reveals true forms of ghosts and demons, breaks demonic illusions, dispels evil and purges curses, terrifies demonic spirits; each activation consumes spiritual essence, and once depleted, becomes an ordinary object.

After reading this information.

The young men and women exchanged glances and waved at Wu Xian.

The final talisman was unmistakably the Severed Head Regeneration Technique—Wu Xian had seen it before in the first blessed land but hadn’t chosen it as a worship reward.

“Come eat! Food is meant to be shared—there’s so much we can’t finish, let’s enjoy it together, how joyful!”

The evil spirit hiding in the shadows, trying to possess Wu Xian, was waiting for him to reach his physical limit, then luring him into a lapse with this food.

Seeing Wu Xian freeze.

Wu Xian was overjoyed—he’d thought the Mirror of Revealing Demons had lost its use, but the upgraded Eight Trigrams Mirror of Revealing Demons now had offensive capabilities, greatly increasing its utility!

His face was pale, drenched in cold sweat, his stomach growling, barely able to stand.

As soon as Wu Xian felt doubt arise, information flooded his mind.

“The Jia man was truly the dumbest of the three of us—why would he choose something like this?”

Any change means a breakthrough; if nothing changed, his fate would only be death by thirst or hunger.

Wu Xian followed the sound.

“What the hell is this thing?”

Even with your toes, you’d know this was a trap!

Could this blood be drunk?

He opened the Follower Credential—the description of the Mirror of Revealing Demons had been updated.

But as soon as he stood up, he felt something was off.

Walking straight down the corridor was merely circling within a circle.

This was Wu Xian’s own mark—he’d been walking in one direction, yet he’d passed this spot many times.

Undoubtedly.

…

Wu Xian had started walking quickly, then slowed his pace, and now he could barely shuffle forward.

Even with all his worship artifacts, he couldn’t break free from this predicament.

This flesh-and-blood corridor was long.

Wu Xian could barely walk anymore.

“Fuse?”

The woman at the front seemed to sense Wu Xian’s wariness.

Their invitation only confirmed their sinister intent.

Impossibly long.

“Judging by your state, if you go on starving much longer, you’ll die. How about this—we won’t come near you, but we’ll throw the food to you, how’s that?”

Wu Xian was tempted.

(End of Chapter)