In this void land, not only distance but even the concept of time seemed hazy and indistinct. The human perception could hardly sense the passage of time, and the positions of the sun, moon, and even the asteroid belt in the sky were different from other continents. The force-field chronometer kept ticking, yet under the omnipresent will of the void behemoth, one could only wonder if the ambient force it relied on was functioning normally.
During the ensuing days, Qian Ye encountered dark race warriors twice, dispatching them effortlessly both times. However, during the second encounter, the five opponents had formed a small team, though only one was a viscount. Despite this, Qian Ye still had to expend considerable effort to vanquish them.
Qian Ye noticed that the real trouble was just beginning. Evidently, the powerful entities searching the slumbering behemoth on the Evernight Continent had started to enter this realm one after another. Compared to these, the suppression and distortion of perception by the void behemoth’s will—thus affecting the mode of combat—was a mere minor inconvenience for Qian Ye, something he could quickly adjust to.
The distorted perception directly interfered with visual and auditory senses, making everything seen and heard deviate significantly from reality. In such a situation, long-range sniping became highly impractical.
Not just Qian Ye, the dark race powerhouses from the Evernight side also discovered this pattern. Therefore, once either side spotted each other, even if they were three to five hundred meters apart, they would immediately charge forward, resorting to close combat to settle the confrontation.
When Qian Ye spotted three bloodkin approaching, they simultaneously noticed him. Each of the bloodkin carried a long sniper rifle, but they discarded them, drawing swords and short firearms instead, using the terrain for cover as they rapidly closed in on Qian Ye.
A silver-gray sniper rifle appeared in Qian Ye’s hand, aiming at one of his foes.
The three bloodkin sneered, and the one targeted did not even bother to dodge, continuing to sprint full speed ahead.
Bang!
The muffled gunshot reverberated over the stone forest. The bloodkin, struck by an invisible hammer, suddenly reversed direction, his chest punctured with a large hole, most of his shoulder blasted away, leaving only a small segment of flesh connecting his arm to his torso.
This shot instantly stunned the other two bloodkin. They were all experts in using sniper rifles and had tried multiple times to snipe their imperial adversaries over the past few days. Yet, beyond a hundred meters, their accuracy dropped sharply, and beyond two hundred meters, hitting anything was nearly impossible.
But this time, more than three hundred meters apart, Qian Ye managed to score a direct hit. Could this be just a coincidence?
While they hesitated, Qian Ye’s sniper rifle roared again. The massive power of the Level 6 sniper rifle obliterated half of another bloodkin’s head.
Seeing Qian Ye aim at him, the third bloodkin turned pale with fear and fled, abandoning his companions’ corpses. In a flash, he had run a hundred meters.
At that moment, the gun sounded again, forcing him to turn around involuntarily. He saw a force-field bullet fly out from Qian Ye’s rifle, veering off its intended trajectory, tracing an erratic arc. Yet, this peculiar trajectory still managed to hit the bloodkin’s back, shattering his heartcore.
After eliminating the last opponent, the sapphire light in Qian Ye’s eyes dissipated. In this world of twisted perception, the true vision was surprisingly effective. After Qian Ye adapted to the pressure of the void behemoth’s will, his eye of truth gradually regained its power. Now, he could grasp the true surroundings within a five-hundred-meter radius during combat.
Inspecting the three bloodkin’s bodies, Qian Ye unexpectedly found that they all came from the Monro Clan, and one of them, judging by the crest, held a high rank. Their arrogance cost them dearly; they never imagined that Qian Ye could accurately snipe them within five hundred meters, thus falling victim to the Zhao clan’s finely crafted Level 6 sniper rifle and the demon-breaking myrrh-silver bullets.
For some reason, encountering Monro Clan warriors here always left Qian Ye with a vague discomfort.
Qian Ye collected the spoils, especially delighted with the sniper rifle he took from the young bloodkin of pure lineage. This Level 6 sniper rifle was even slightly better crafted than the Zhao clan’s, with greater power.
Continuing deeper into the stone forest, the towering spine of the behemoth seemed as distant as ever. Qian Ye was accustomed to this, even with true vision, it could not tell him how far he was from that spine.
Over the next few days, Qian Ye encountered two waves of beasts. One wave was the familiar two-horned sword-bone horses, and the other was a group of dozens of lion-like fierce beasts, but their strength far exceeded that of lions, each possessing the force of an eighth or ninth-level warrior. With dozens charging at once, Qian Ye could not take them down one by one, and had to use vitality plunder to kill them all at once.
These dozens of ferocious beasts provided Qian Ye with an abundant supply of blood essence. He rested for a day, converting all the blood essence with the Mysterious Chapter. Continuing forward, he found that another feather had begun to form on the Primordial Wings. It seemed that a few more conversions would allow the second Primordial Spear to appear.
Naturally, the more Primordial Spears, the better. Thus, Qian Ye made no attempt to influence the allocation of dark force, allowing the Primordial Wings to absorb over half of the dark force. The Book of Black silently devoured the rest, leaving only a little for the blood energy within his body to absorb.
This world was extremely barren, but the beasts’ blood essence was incredibly potent, several times that of their counterparts on the mainland. With a steady supply of blood essence, Qian Ye had no worries about replenishing his dark force.
After walking a bit further, the scenery before Qian Ye suddenly changed, as if he had abruptly entered a different world. The ground was no longer covered with gravel, but a layer of soft, thick, purplish-black substance, adorned with vibrant orange spots. Stepping on it, it felt alive, constantly writhing beneath his feet.
Kneeling down, Qian Ye used a dagger to gently pierce the thick purple layer, creating a hole from which a translucent, faint yellow oil oozed. The cut wound continued to pulsate, like a split mouth, giving a chilling sensation.
Using the tip of his dagger, Qian Ye picked up a bit of the oil, examined it, and then sniffed it. Then, he let a drop touch his skin. With the Burnished Gold Blood in his veins, he was almost immune to most toxins and wasn’t too concerned about the oil’s toxicity.
Indeed, the oil did not cause any unusual reactions when it seeped into his skin. Qian Ye tasted a bit, finding it slightly pungent but surprisingly edible, containing a high amount of energy. A small spoonful could sustain a person for an entire day.
Qian Ye stabbed again, creating a longer, deeper cut, and more yellow oil seeped out, slowly sealing the wound.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Qian Ye no longer had to worry about food, as the purplish-black substance covering the ground was virtually inexhaustible. But what was this substance, and why was it here?
The purplish-black, mud-like substance continuously emitted a faint mist, and perception could only extend for dozens of meters. Activating his eye of truth, Qian Ye found that his true vision was compressed, now able to clearly see only up to two to three hundred meters.
However, even this limited range still gave Qian Ye a significant advantage in medium to long-range sniping.
As he walked further, the unchanging, vast purplish-black ground transformed, revealing a forest ahead. As he drew closer, Qian Ye saw a cluster of strange plants. The trees were also purplish-black, dotted with orange spots, and topped with hive-like, large elliptical spheres.
These peculiar trees, each reaching a hundred meters tall, had top spheres spanning dozens of meters, filled with a purplish-black grid, with red, orange, and yellow hues interwoven, creating a bizarrely vivid display.
Suddenly arriving at such a place, Qian Ye immediately suppressed his aura, hiding behind a tree, carefully observing his surroundings. After confirming there was no sign of life, he reached out to touch the tree trunk.
The tree trunk was exceptionally hard, and when Qian Ye tapped it with his dagger, it produced a metallic sound. He then tried to saw it with the serrated edge of the dagger, sparking and leaving only white marks. The material of these trees was harder than alloy steel.
However, the slight tremor caused by sawing caught Qian Ye’s attention. Channeling his force, he tapped the tree trunk with his dagger and felt the shockwave travel through it.
Activating his true vision, Qian Ye channeled more force, placing one hand on the tree trunk and delivering a powerful punch with the other. The tree shook violently, and in his true vision, the shockwaves rippled through the tree’s interior like a tide.
Could this tree actually contain force?
Shocked by this discovery, Qian Ye delivered another punch, causing the tree to tremble again. With his true vision and the perception of the shockwaves, Qian Ye gained a preliminary understanding of the tree’s internal structure.
Within the tree, there were hundreds of channels, much like the blood vessels of a force practitioner, allowing force to flow. Although the force inside was thin, it existed in a liquid state, resembling source liquid diluted a hundredfold.
Diluted a hundredfold, it was still source liquid. Just this alone made the value of this bizarre tree astonishing.
In the top of the elliptical canopy, the space was divided into compartments resembling bee hives, and some of them contained something in gestation!
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