Evolve from a Tree

The black-robed figure slowly walked towards the door, carrying a towering mountain on his back that was so heavy that he couldn't even straighten his back. Just a single step would require him to breathe for a long time.    

It was a real worry that he wouldn't be able to keep walking from here to the door and die of exhaustion along the way.    

"Come on, young man. Push open the sealed door and come in. Come to me." The black-robed man stopped his limping steps, his low and hoarse voice hissing like a venomous snake that was flicking its tongue while hiding in the grass.    

"No, don't go!" An anxious voice sounded in Tang Lih's mind, then was drowned out by the waves of delirium and madness.    

This voice was called 'reason'.    

Tang Lih lost himself in that crazy shriek and slid into the abyss of chaos step by step.    

The seal on the outside of the hall had been eroded by the passage of time and was no longer the same as it had been before.    

Screech ~    

This voice was like the faint sigh of an old man on his deathbed. The door opened.    

Those who gaze at the abyss will also be stared at by the abyss.    

Tang Lih's will was immediately swallowed by darkness.    

All of this took too long to describe, but in reality, it happened in the Spiritual World. Only an instant had passed outside, and the Spiritual Energy on Su Mu's fingertips was still gathering.    

Tang Lih's head leaned weakly on his shoulder as if he lost the support of his spine. Suddenly, the flesh and blood on his face melted, leaving only his thin face on the deck.    

These pieces of melted flesh all fell onto the ground. A pair of eyeballs fell out and mixed with the melted flesh. They wriggled automatically and formed into a dagger made of flesh.    

The dagger was not smooth and its surface was covered with transparent pustules of varying sizes. There was even yellow pus flowing within the pustules.    

The two eyeballs were twisted into an irregular shape and embedded into the dagger's blade. Their pupils were still rotating around, as if observing the world.    

Evil, weird, disgusting, this is the product of distortion.    

A few Spirit Cultivator s on the cruise ship unintentionally saw the distorted dagger and their eyeballs started to spin uncontrollably along with the dagger's eyeballs.    

They felt their cheeks suddenly itch. It was an itch that came from the depths of their souls. At the beginning, they could still endure it, but the more they endured, the more intense the itch became.    

A voice in their hearts urged them to stop restraining themselves and resist their instincts.    

This kind of patience had finally reached the limit of what they could endure, the Spirit Cultivator didn't resist any longer and reached out to scratch their own cheeks with an extremely comfortable expression.    

There were no traces of blood as expected, because all the flesh and blood on his face had been quickly melted by the scratching, falling to the ground through the gaps between his fingers.    

Under the guidance of the Twisted Blood Dagger, the slithering flesh quickly rushed towards the Blood Dagger, wanting to merge with it.    

When the flesh and blood on their faces completely melted, the itchy feeling appeared all over their bodies. Their hands grabbed at every part of their bodies. As they continued to scratch, the unspeakable itchiness was stopped once again.    

Their expressions were extremely comfortable as they laid on the ground. In just two to three seconds, all of these Spirit Cultivator s had turned into skeletons.