Six months had passed.
A year had passed.
Then three years passed.
Nobody spoke a single word, no one even wondered when they would reach the end.
They just wanted to see how long Wei Cheng, the local fool, could endure.
In the past three years, they estimated that they had traversed at least hundreds of Lower Realms, hadn't they?
But one day, a blood-red cocoon suddenly appeared ahead. It was strikingly red, as if it had been soaked in blood.
This was a stark change. All the earlier cocoons were greyish, presenting a deathly area devoid of life.
But they didn't care anymore, as long as there was some change, they were fine with any!
However, the very next second, everyone found that their bodies were covered with small red bumps, like goosebumps, or as if they had broken out in a rash.
