Chapter 709
Chapter 709: Chapter 709 - Human-faced Marshland
Translator: Irene_ Editor: X, TYZ
The blue electric arcs allowed Ai Hui to regain all the power he had lost . Having previously tempered his body amid the lightning to purge toxins, Ai Hui found these arcs extremely familiar . The moment the arcs entered his body, countless realizations surged within him .
There was an exceptional affinity between this strange world and lightning .
Even more wonderfully, the lightning was very compatible with his spirit swords, perhaps because both weren't a part of the five elements . Ai Hui had yet to figure the situation out .
His spirit swords were undergoing gradual changes . The contrast between their yin and yang was becoming more distinct . The yang swords were turning a purer white, and there were densely packed lightning bolts swimming around them . It appeared as if the swords wore a silvery silk coat . The yin swords were turning ink black, and the lightning around them seemed to have been dyed black as well . They looked like countless shadows and fog that enveloped the sword bodies .
Black lightning?
Could this be yin lightning? Ai Hui had read about it in the ancient records . It was said that yang lightning could wipe out all kinds of evil, whereas yin lightning contained all kinds of poison that could penetrate the deepest of bones .
When he was going through the ancient records, he had merely treated them as reading material and had not expected to experience it for himself one day . Lightning techniques were profound and wide-ranging, but had unfortunately died out a long time ago .
As the saying goes, it is only when one experiences true knowledge that he finally understands how little he knows .
Influenced by the spirit swords, the lightning had also been divided into yin and ying . It was a phenomenon that greatly surprised Ai Hui .
This meant that between the lightning and spirit swords, the latter was in a dominant position . Ai Hui had always known lightning to be the mightiest force, so it was a shocking realization that the swords he had cultivated could actually gain the upper hand .
The legendary rumor that a swordsman who was able to cultivate spirit swords could proclaim himself a hegemon was not just a rumor after all .
Ai Hui couldn't help feeling pleased, but what came out of him was a bitter smile .
"Let's get out of this damned place first," he thought to himself .
Evil pervaded every corner of this place, so he dared not lose focus . If he hadn't been careful up to this point, he would've died many times over .
Ai Hui stopped in his tracks .
Before him was a vast stretch of marsh, and he couldn't locate its boundaries .
Within the marshland, there was gray mud with scattered clusters of green, needle-like meadow grasses on it . A faint gray fog rose from the mud, gradually forming balls . As the airflow within the balls started rolling, Ai Hui could vaguely make out distorted and blurry faces . Mournful whimpers drifted from within the balls of fog, intensifying the bleakness of the marshland .
When Ai Hui appeared at the edge of the marshland, all the floating fog faces turned toward him .
Ai Hui wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt as though these faces were smiling at him .
"Come… come…"
"Ee… ahh…"
"Hehe…"
Screeching sounds floated about like steel wires piercing eardrums . Undoubtedly, it was highly uncomfortable to bear, but they emitted a strange charm that made Ai Hui want to pay more attention .
Despite being an extremely bold person, when facing a situation like this, Ai Hui couldn't help but shiver .
Yet, standing before the sinister marshland, Ai Hui was inexplicably attracted to it . There seemed to be a voice within that urged him to go in .
Ai Hui composed himself and took a few steps back . His eyes were clear and bright .
This human-faced marshland had the ability to impact one's mental state .
Human-faced Marshland was a name that Ai Hui had just given to this extremely dangerous place .
Ai Hui decided to change his path and started moving along the edges of the marshland . The moment he moved, the faces in the marshland turned respectively to glare at him .
While he pretended not to notice, he could feel the hair on his back standing on end .
The scene that unfolded next was a grand showcase of the dangers of the marshland .
A ball of aquatic grasses was chasing after some plants, and with no other routes, the latter chose to run right into the marsh . Despite feeling unable to prevail over the aquatic grasses, Ai Hui stopped at the edge of the marsh . The plants that had charged into the marsh were immediately surrounded by the spherical fog faces . The fresh and bright colors of those plants quickly faded into a gloomy gray color . Their sturdy branches started to melt into huge clumps of gray mud and drip down .
The fog faces only started to disperse after the mud and marsh became one .
The eerily tapered laughter shrouded the sky once more .
With a face as pale as a sheet, Ai Hui swallowed his saliva . He had finally figured out the origin of the mud .
The whole marshland was covered with gray mud .
"How many plants have been buried under?" Ai Hui wondered but dared not imagine .
Human-faced marshland? More like deadly marshland .
Ai Hui detected a frail wisp of consciousness being cast down from high above the clouds again . "It" was overseeing everything that was going on down here . Ai Hui did not look up . He had no mood to care about that unknown existence .
He moved along the marsh while attempting to circumvent it . What he had underestimated was its width . No matter where he went, the fog faces would always turn to stare at him . At the start, he felt as though there were beams boring into his back, but as time passed, he was no longer bothered .
Eh?
He narrowed his eyes . Not far away and in front of him, there seemed to be a mess on the ground .
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