I don't know how long it took, but a little bit of light finally appeared within the muddled consciousness, and in a single breath, it continued, just like the first bright light when heaven and earth first opened.
Ao Fan finally woke up!
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was pain all over his body, as if his body was scattered. Especially in his back, due to the high altitude fall and the ground impact, produced a great wound, even if his physique is far more than the same level of monks, but it is still difficult to recover. Sucking in a mouthful of cold air, he first looked towards where he currently was.
Above him, there was a hazy black mist that covered everything, and he was unable to see an inch further. On top of that, a rotting scent kept coming, filling his mouth and nose, causing him to frown.
This was clearly the bottom of the Spectral Sword Abyss, and thinking of the rumours that no one had ever left from here, Ao Fan could not help but worry for himself. He still had many, many things he hadn't done yet, but he didn't want to die here.
With a slight movement, the wound on his back immediately made him grimace. But he had to endure it as well, slowly sitting up with his hands on the ground and looking around in more detail.
Dried up rocks, everywhere on the ground, littered the bottom of the abyss. There were no trees, no flowers, and equally no grass, as if anything with life did not exist here. The place was dead, and looked very eerie. But these are not the main thing, what surprised Ao Fan was that he actually saw countless broken dead bones that had long been corroded, piled up in pieces on the ground.
There must be hidden secrets here, but he definitely did not want to uncover them. Strongly bracing himself, he shook and rose into the air, wanting to fly away from this place.
The pain in his back, always irritating him, made him almost bite his lips. He knew that this kind of injury would never be able to recover in a short period of time, the good thing was that the wound was on his back, so he wouldn't be seen if he put on his clothes. Unlike now, his clothes were in tatters, and the blurred flesh and blood on his back was fully exposed to the air.
As he flew over the mist in mid-air, Ao Fan let out a slight sigh of relief. The fact that no danger had occurred up to now was very good news for him. However, when he touched the dark mist, he suddenly froze.
His hand pressed on the mist, and he actually moved the mist by a fraction of a centimetre, but he was completely unable to pass through it, which made him almost unbelievable.
He immediately channelled his Dragon Yuan into his right hand, and his fist emitted a brilliant red light as he fiercely blasted at the mist, but the result surprised him.
The dark mist that floated in mid-air, like the waves of the sea, kept surging, one layer after another, but there was no sign of being blasted apart. Its firm, let Ao Fan helpless.
Is it possible that he will be trapped here?
Could it be that the reason why no one who has ever come here has ever gone out is because of this extremely solid layer of strange mist that can be entered but not exited?
Ao Fan's face turned slightly white, his heart troubled. If this is really the case, with his strength, most likely not be able to leave this place, perhaps waiting for a few hundred years to pass, the cultivation has reached a certain point, there is a slight possibility of leaving it.
As a result, when he wanted to absorb Yuan Qi, he was shocked to find that there was not even a trace of Yuan Qi around, and he could not absorb the slightest bit of it. In this way, his injuries will not be able to recover, and his cultivation will not be able to increase, and he will only be trapped and die here!
Even though he was a Dragon Race member, his lifespan far exceeded that of the Dragon Race. However, if his cultivation could not be increased, with his current cultivation at the First Transformation Dao Realm, he would not be able to live for long. In a few hundred years at most, he would only be able to die in loneliness.
In front of him, it seemed to be a dead end!
Ao Fan took a deep breath, but the result was a rotting aura surging through the air. He closed his mouth and told himself inwardly that there would be a way, and with renewed confidence, he landed on the ground and stepped on the withered bones in one direction.
Dark surroundings, an earth full of dead bones, a single figure crept forward. Ahead of him, a large mountain of white bones appeared, that he had seen after walking for ten days.
White bone mountain, using these words to describe it was the most apt. Because it was simply piled up with white bones.
Ao Fan, while walking, was fantastically guessing the reason for the formation of this place in his mind. He guessed that there might have been a big battle here in the past, and the battle affected a lot of people, and the casualties generated were not small. This could be seen from the white bones all over the place that no one had cleaned up. He even guessed that no one survived that battle!
And in front of him, even white bones piled up like mountains, obviously is the centre of that year's battle, it is very likely that there is a cultivation of heavenly powerhouse fell in this.
As he was walking, Ao Fan suddenly stopped in surprise. Then he quickly stepped forward again and looked towards a ground. There, an intact withered bone appeared.
On the ground where there were all bones, a skeleton that had not been damaged in the slightest suddenly appeared, what did this mean?
This meant that the original owner of the skeleton had either only died a short time ago, or had been a generation of supreme powerhouses, and even hundreds or even thousands of years after his death, his bones were still intact, only without flesh and blood.
However, the Spectral Sword Abyss has existed for a long time, and its horrific results have made the disciples of the Nine Swords Sect no one dare to enter it at all. Nowadays, no one dares to enter this place since the beginning of the cultivation of the Nine Veins Dao Masters, and they have been cultivating for more than a thousand years, so where is the person who has just died not long ago?
Therefore, Ao Fan boldly guessed that the skeleton in front of him was left by a powerful person with a strong hand in the past!
He had thought that it was already rare for him to see an intact withered bone. However, when he travelled further towards the bone mountain, he was shocked to find that another intact skeleton had appeared, and there was still a bit of light present on it, so it was obvious that its life was even more terrifying than the life of the skeleton just now.
At this moment, he was still more than a hundred feet away from the mountain of white bones. He had already seen two skeletons that were obviously strong in their past lives, so was there a more powerful fallen skeleton in front of him?
Everyone has curiosity, let alone Ao Fan. He immediately continued to move forward, and sure enough, he found several more skeletons that remained intact, and a few of them still had light streaming through them, revealing a burst of powerful aura.
Holding back the palpitations in his heart, Ao Fan finally arrived in front of the White Bone Mountain and curiously looked towards the interior. Because in a blur, he seemed to sense an even more powerful aura coming out from inside than the previous skeletons.
He immediately used his remaining strength to fish out a hole at the very bottom of the White Bone Mountain and entered it, opening up the passageway as he went in, while maintaining the passageway firmly to prevent it from collapsing.
After walking like this for several hours, Ao Fan felt the strong aura more clearly. At the same time, his eyes looked through the gaps between the layers of white bones and found that there seemed to be dots of golden light not far ahead.
After spending another hour or so, he finally set aside the white bones that were obstructing his body and looked towards his eyes, and was shocked and inhaled a deep breath of cool air.