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Gu Chen's words caught me off guard, and I looked at him with confusion, as I had no idea what he meant by that "Soul."
Gu Chen did not explain further but turned his gaze to Zhou Zhen and asked lightly, "You must have sensed its presence, right?"
Zhou Zhen nodded slightly in response. "Last night, Xiaolin and I came here once. I wanted to understand what was going on, so I stepped in with one foot to see if I could find the reason. However, I immediately felt something strange about this place, so I deliberately closed my eyes to sense it, and indeed discovered its existence."
"Mm."
After Zhou Zhen spoke, Gu Chen nodded gently, his brow furrowing as he sighed.
"That 'he'..."
I couldn't contain my curiosity about who they were referring to as "he," and quickly asked, "Uncle Zhou, who is this 'he'?"
"The Soul, the one Senior Gu mentioned," Zhou Zhen replied.
"The Soul..."
At this, I turned my gaze back to Gu Chen.
Seeing my look, Gu Chen said calmly, "Would you like to see what this so-called realm is really about?"
Curiosity piqued, I instinctively nodded.
Without saying much more, Gu Chen swiftly pulled out a talisman from his pocket and flicked it like a sticker onto my forehead. Instantly, a jolt ran through my body.
"Close your eyes and concentrate. This is a gathering spell that will help you quietly perceive the existence of the Soul." Before I could say anything more, Gu Chen's voice reached my ears.
Without time to think further, I hurriedly followed Gu Chen's instructions and closed my eyes. A chilling sensation spread from my forehead into my mind, and soon I felt increasingly dazed as everything around me gradually seemed to quiet down.
At that moment, I felt a strange sensation, as if I were floating, completely immersed in this space.
I saw Gu Chen, Zhou Zhen, and Baldy quietly standing beside me. Baldy was staring at me, while Gu Chen and Zhou Zhen were looking ahead.
This filled me with confusion; I was clearly closing my eyes, so how could I see them?
The contradiction between this visual perception and my senses was overwhelming.
Suddenly, following the gaze of Zhou Zhen and Gu Chen, I was instantly drawn to a figure in front of me.
It was a towering general clad in armor, gripping a bloodied sword in his hand. Blood seemed to drip from the blade, as if he had just come from a brutal battle.
He stood there impassively, gazing into the distance.
In that moment, the scene before me seemed to change color; the sky turned blood-red as the setting sun sank low. His figure appeared desolate and lonely against that backdrop.
The entire space seemed filled with an emotion that overwhelmed me. I felt a tear slip down my cheek uncontrollably.
The surroundings were terrifyingly silent, devoid of any sound.
In this eerie stillness, I watched as he slowly raised his sword and placed it against his neck before making a swift cut.
In an instant, blood gushed forth like a fountain, and his body began to fall slowly.
However, as he collapsed, his head turned toward me. I was startled by his eyes; they appeared blood-red, filled with sorrow and despair.
Meeting his gaze enveloped me in profound sadness and despair. It felt as if I would willingly take up a sword myself and follow the armored general's tragic fate.
I couldn't help but gasp in shock. At that moment, Gu Chen swiftly tore away the rune from my head and struck me sharply on the head while sternly saying, "Wake up!"
I suddenly opened my eyes, staring in terror at Gu Chen and Zhou Zhen standing beside me.
When I turned my gaze forward again, the figure clad in armor and wielding a sword had vanished, as if it had never existed.
"Is that what you call a Soul?" I asked Zhou Zhen and Gu Chen, trembling.
Gu Chen remained silent, while Zhou Zhen nodded and said, "You should now understand why Xiao Gao and Heizi had blood streaming from their eyes and why they committed suicide in exactly the same way."
I nodded numbly but couldn't help asking, "Then why am I only shedding tears instead of blood? And why are you both unharmed?"
"That's because you entered at this moment. Although Zhou Zhen isn't very skilled, he has only one foot in this realm, so he isn't affected by the atmosphere here," Gu Chen said, glancing at me with indifference.
Yet his answer left me feeling uneasy, my brows furrowing tightly.
Seeing my expression, Zhou Zhen explained, "Xiao Lin, haven't you noticed something?"
"What?" I asked.
Zhou Zhen continued, "Whether it was the initial Xiao Gao or later Heizi, the time when their eyes began to bleed was just before sunset."
I nodded; I was aware of that detail.
Zhou Zhen went on, "So did you see the scene clearly just now?"
The scene just now...
His words made my frown deepen. Suddenly, it clicked—what I had witnessed was indeed during the sunset.
The armored general had taken his life at that moment. In other words, anyone who enters this place without the ability to resist its influence will begin to lose their sanity and head toward death when the sun sets.
Zhou Zhen understood the Mausoleum Taoism, but the reason I was not like Heizi and the others was that I had only just stepped into this realm and could not wait until tomorrow when the sun would set.
The Artistic Space here had already been gradually disrupted by the formation set up by Gu Chen.
About half an hour later, the ethereal currents above us, which had seemed almost like dark clouds, had nearly vanished. The oppressive feeling that had initially enveloped me upon entering this area was also dissipating.
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the essence of this place had been effectively broken by Gu Chen.
The only regret was that Heizi and the others' lives could no longer be salvaged.
When we returned to the factory, it was just before dawn. At that moment, Heizi and everyone else who had entered that area were all dead without exception.
Their deaths mirrored that of Xiao Gao at the beginning; they had all taken their own lives with sharp instruments. Such a method of suicide truly resembled that of the armored Soul.
With so many lives lost, Chen Sheng certainly could not continue mining, and he probably didn't have the heart to do so anymore.
Early in the morning, he made phone calls to notify each person's family to handle their affairs.
There was nothing we could do to help with these matters. After returning, Gu Chen instructed Chen Sheng to arrange a place for us to rest before preparing to leave directly in the afternoon.
However, when Zhou Zhen and I got up, we found Gu Chen standing outside the door, gazing into the distance with a furrowed brow and a troubled expression, as if something significant had occurred.
Baldy stood beside him, equally serious.
Following their gaze, Zhou Zhen and I frowned slightly.
Gu Chen and Baldy were looking in the direction of the Half Stone Tablet.
A sudden sense of foreboding surged within me as Zhou Zhen and I exchanged glances and hurried over.
“Senior Gu, hasn’t the Artistic Space already been breached? What else has happened?” Zhou Zhen asked directly.
His tone was noticeably serious, as he understood Gu Chen well enough to know that unless something significant had occurred, Gu Chen would not display such an expression.
“Look.”
Gu Chen did not turn around but instead pointed towards the distant sky. The direction he indicated was indeed where the Half Stone Tablet marked with “No Entry” was located, just as Zhou Zhen and I had suspected.
“Dark clouds loom overhead, and Evil Energy rises to the sky. It seems we underestimated that place,” he said.
His words caused both Zhou Zhen and me to change our expressions dramatically. Could it be that besides the Artistic Space created by that Soul, there were even more terrifying things lurking there, which made him so grave?
One Artistic Space had already claimed so many lives without a trace.
What other horrifying entities could possibly exist beyond this Artistic Space? I could hardly bear to imagine.
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