Chapter 330: Chapter 295: Spiritless Island

In the black fog.

Zhang Shaoyang felt as if he had fallen into a vortex, constantly tumbling and buffeted, nearly vomiting his last meal.

Before his eyes, black and blue mist swirled endlessly. He tried to stabilize himself, but found it impossible.

The magical power within him seemed to be restrained by something, unable to be utilized.

Even his storage bag couldn’t be opened, rendering him no different from a mere mortal at this moment.

With no other choice, he clutched the Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword tightly, hoping that this disaster would soon pass.

In contrast, Zheng Yi, who descended into this world through the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror Fragment, could clearly ’see’ the surroundings.

It was as if they had fallen into an ocean, rolling and swirling crazily.

He extended his divine thought, closely observing his surroundings, astonishingly discovering that apart from Zhang Shaoyang and the many Netherworld Wolves that had just pursued him,

further out, more Nether Beasts, cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race, and even human cultivators were enveloped by this black fog, continuously whirling.

Even...

Zheng Yi also noticed that several Golden Core cultivators stationed at the Black Wolf Market had fallen into this ocean, descending into unfathomable darkness.

Carefully sensing the environment around him, a slight doubt arose in his mind.

The black and blue mist and light surrounding the many cultivators appeared to resonate with spiritual qi fluctuations as well as Nether Spirit Qi, seemingly mixed together for unknown purposes.

Since they were here, Zheng Yi calmed his mind, waiting for changes in this place.

Under his watchful gaze, Zhang Shaoyang tumbled in the dark seawater for an entire day and a half, before suddenly being expelled from the ’sea’ and thrown onto the shore.

Zheng Yi’s divine thought surged out, astonishingly discovering this place to be a massive island, surrounded by an ocean as deep as ink.

Upon further sensing, he found that three large islands, along with over a hundred small islands of varying sizes, formed an archipelago arranged in a Three Talents Formation.

Zhang Shaoyang appeared on the smallest of the three islands, shaped like a pear.

In the seawater, cultivators or Nether Beasts continuously surfaced from the sea, one could only wonder how many were attracted from the Nether Abyss.

At this moment, a line of text appeared on the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, notifying Zheng Yi.

[You have witnessed the opening of the Spiritless Island, gaining 5 points of the Power of Time.]

points of the Power of Time!

Zheng Yi’s eyes suddenly brightened, as Nether Abyss had only given him 10 points of the Power of Time.

And this archipelago had granted him a full 5 points of the Power of Time, a true miracle.

"Hmm?"

Zheng Yi’s divine thought suddenly moved, discovering that a large number of strange ’beasts’ emerged from the forest at the island’s center, rushing toward the island.

They resembled Nether Beasts but lacked Nether Spirit Qi; instead, they revealed their wild, robust bodies, rushing out excitedly.

Upon reaching the nearest Nether Beasts and humans, they wasted no time in opening their mouths wide to devour them.

These Nether Beasts and humans, due to being unconscious, offered no resistance as they were consumed!

Some cultivators’ protective magical shields were suddenly attacked, instinctively activating.

But something stranger happened: these protective magical shields flickered for just a few seconds before being breached under the assault of these beasts, allowing them a feast.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi was full of astonishment.

What was happening?

Cultivators’ protective magical shields, especially the highly durable trigger line protective magical artifacts, seemed so vulnerable.

Not only the cultivators lying on the island but the Nether Spirit Qi in the Nether Beasts being absorbed, were also visibly dissipating.

He quickly realized something, transferring a trace of magical power through the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror Fragment.

As expected, this trace of magical power was visibly dissipating, vanishing quickly.

Spiritless Island!!!

Zheng Yi’s heart stirred sharply, Spiritless, Spiritless...

Could it be that this island, like the Great Yu in the Profound Cyan Realm, had its spiritual qi dissipating for certain reasons?

But the speed of spiritual qi dissipation on this island exceeded that of the Great Yu by tenfold, even hundredfold!

"The spiritual qi is dissipating, faster than in the Great Yu!"

"Could the cause of spiritual qi dissipation here be the same as in the Great Yu?"

Zheng Yi murmured, "I wonder what the reason is? It seems I should investigate when there’s a chance..."

"But now..."

Zheng Yi’s mind moved, investigating once more.

Besides the dissipation of spiritual qi for unknown reasons, the other functions of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror were unaffected.

More spiritual qi was transferred; he couldn’t let Zhang Shaoyang perish in vain here!

Under the stimulation of spiritual qi, Zhang Shaoyang finally awoke.

He instinctively rolled over, holding the restored Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword defensively in front of him.

"Roar...!"

A roar sounded as a beast resembling a giant wolf fixed its gaze on Zhang Shaoyang, charging towards him.

"How dare you!"

He made a one-handed gesture, throwing the Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword, activating the Object Control Technique.

With a ’thud’, the Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword embedded itself in the sandy ground beneath him.

One breath, two breaths...

Zhang Shaoyang hesitated for a moment as the giant wolf lunged at him.

"Thud!"

He instinctively lunged to his left, but the wolf’s claws still left a deep, bone-exposing wound on his chest.

"Ah...!"

With a scream, he collapsed to the ground, seizing the Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword still stuck in the sand.

The top-grade magical artifact Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword was a standard artifact of the Smoke and Mist Sect, held by almost every disciple.

Measuring about ten inches long, it felt like a dagger in his hand.

"The magical power has dissipated... There’s no spiritual qi here!"

Zhang Shaoyang swept with his divine thought and immediately realized the strangeness of this place. Without hesitation, he turned and ran toward the sea.

"Roar!"

The wolf behind him was certainly unwilling to let its prey escape, quickly giving chase.

The seawater might have constrained Zhang Shaoyang’s movement, but it hindered the wolf even more.

He waded several yards in the water when the pursuing wolf, submerged up to its neck, nearly caught up.

Zhang Shaoyang abruptly turned back, making a hand gesture, his last trace of magical power depleting.

A faint magical power fluctuation occurred, instantly causing the surrounding seawater to swirl, transforming into three water spears that fiercely struck the wolf.

"Thwack!"

"Thwack! Thwack!!"

In the water, the power of the spears was greatly enhanced, almost instantly piercing the wolf’s body.

Crimson blood flowed, dyeing the surrounding seawater red.

At this moment, Zhang Shaoyang looked even more grim, as his last trace of magical power was exhausted.

"What exactly is this place? The magical power dissipates too quickly... And those fellow cultivators are still unconscious..."

Zhang Shaoyang murmured, "No, I shouldn’t waste my power like this, I need to..."

He quickly took out his storage bag, but without any magical power, he couldn’t open it.

"Whiz!"

"Whiz, whiz...!"

Suddenly, dozens of arrows shot out from the forest, killing the beasts feasting on the shore.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures clad in Daoist robes, interspersed with animal skins, burst out, some wielding bone knives, others steel knives, engaging the beasts fiercely.

"Huh?"

Zhang Shaoyang’s eyes widened, "The human race?"