Chapter 999 - 1007: Exploration

According to Nangong Jin's instructions and various clues, after the white mist, an extremely ferocious storm will arise, and this storm is exceedingly dangerous, able to completely shred anything that enters it.

And this disaster is tangible.

Chen Mo's soul body, without activating that strand of "Mysterious Qi," can penetrate all tangible matter.

In other words, a tangible attack cannot harm him.

Of course, Chen Mo is not absolutely confident, because there are still fairies on the Immortal Island.

The methods these fairies possess, no one currently knows.

But he can give it a try.

"Ru Yan, protect me as I practice."

Chen Mo decided to explore, sitting cross-legged on the deck.

Yue Ruyan took out her favorite weapon, the Broadsword, from the ship and guarded beside Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's soul detached from his body, moving slowly and cautiously towards the white mist.

The sea area ahead was shrouded in white mist, giving a sense of being elusive and hard to reach.

Chen Mo flew into the white mist, just like passing through a wall or wooden boards, as he flew in, he didn't disperse the mist nor cause the slightest ripple.

But he sensed something was wrong.

What was this feeling?

He couldn't navigate by sensing but could only rely on vision.

Yet the surroundings were engulfed in thick fog, everything was a vast expanse of white, and eerily silent.

Before entering the mist, Chen Mo could hear the continuous roar of waves and the howl of the sea wind, but once inside, it was suddenly silent, as though the mist isolated all oceanic noise outside, not a trace of sound, only deathlike stillness.

This feeling made Chen Mo uneasy.

Thus, he hesitated.

A thought surfaced in his mind.

Why should I venture here when I have everything and can stay safely where I am?

Consequently, he retreated, attempting to leave through the place he entered.

But what happened next made Chen Mo panic.

He couldn't get out.

He had just entered and hadn't gone far into the mist; logically, retreating a few zhang should have allowed exit.

But half an hour had passed, and he still hadn't left.

Chen Mo's expression changed drastically, the feeling of unease grew stronger.

There was no reason for him to lose direction; the only answer was he was trapped.

He panicked, flying around like a headless fly, trying to escape.

But he couldn't get out, everywhere was fog, and he didn't know how much of the sea the fog covered, even after sprinting in one direction at full speed for half an hour, he hadn't escaped, the fog seemed boundless.

Chen Mo lost his bearings, fear filled his heart.

At this moment, the surrounding mist began to shake violently; yet, still soundless, as the mist shook, it remained mist, hard to notice any changes, the only change was the light or brightness in the mist, which began dramatically falling.

In an instant, the world lost all light, endless darkness descended, like the curtain of death lowering, a terrifying aura pervaded this world.

Now, the mist was completely invisible.

Chen Mo felt a strong palpitation, absolutely not due to soul travel's maximum time nearing, but because of the changes in the environment.

Having lost his bearings, he could hardly face the situation, let alone devise a solution.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

This world finally had sound; it was the roar of a great wind.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Two thunderbolts exploded in the ninth heaven, deep and continuous, with lightning quickly spreading across the sky, bringing temporary brightness to the darkness.

Taking advantage of the brief light, Chen Mo saw that the mist hadn't dispersed, still filling this world, only covered by darkness, invisible to the naked eye.

"Crackling sound..."

A storm approached.

"Booming..."

Thunder roared incessantly.

With the help of lightning, Chen Mo could see the dark sea surface rolling with monstrous waves, pulling the mist filling this world into it.

Formed a death vortex, where everything began rapidly gathering toward it.

Chen Mo became even more terrified, fear dominated his mind.

He foolishly floated in mid-air, horrifiedly watching, like a frightened person.

At this time, as the vortex pulled in more and more objects, the death vortex grew larger.

The powerful suction dragged Chen Mo in the air toward it.

Chen Mo was motionless because he was scared stiff, unwilling to consider why despite being a soul body, unaffected by matter, not feeling the wind, he was drawn by this vortex.

Above the death vortex, a mighty hurricane formed, surrounded by darkness, invisible to ordinary people.

Even as the lightning's light briefly illuminated this world, those entering were already terrified, panicked, unable to notice this.

Thus, those who survived the mist couldn't describe it.

They could only feel the strong wind, heavy rain, and loss of bodily control.

Chen Mo was carried by hurricane above it, then spiraled down as the hurricane led him toward the death vortex.

Chen Mo still didn't react; his mind, dominated by fear, made him feel close to death, not wanting to resist or move.

Meanwhile, the palpitation grew stronger.

Only now, Chen Mo couldn't sense it.

Just as Chen Mo neared the death vortex, from the heart position of his soul body, a faint light appeared, like a warm stream, quickly spreading through Chen Mo's body.

This was the strand of "Mysterious Qi" integrated into Chen Mo's soul.

At this moment, Chen Mo, stunned by fear, became clear-headed.

"Boom, boom..."

Lightning illuminated the sky; Chen Mo looked blankly at the scene around him, shivered inexplicably.

What just happened to me?

His emotions seemed influenced by something, plunged into boundless panic, difficult to extricate from.

If not for the magical qi's reminder, he might still be in fear.

Once Chen Mo regained composure, he swiftly flew upward, using all his strength to activate the strand of "Mysterious Qi" within.

But he was too close to the death vortex.

Approaching the vortex's central eye, hard to break free.

He could only watch himself drawn in.

Pain.

A pain akin to being torn to pieces.

As though the vortex's central eye possessed invisible blades, repeatedly cutting his body.

Chen Mo hurriedly restrained the mysterious qi, no longer stimulating it.

Yet the situation didn't change.

He fainted from the pain.

The last thought before passing out.

"I am a mere soul body, how can I be affected..."

Nobody knows how long later, the hurricane vanished, the death vortex disappeared, even the darkness shrouding the sky was gone, restored to the previous vast whiteness, everywhere was mist.

And alongside the disappearance of the hurricane, death vortex, darkness, was Chen Mo on soul travel.