Supreme Emptiness-Chapter 377 - Poison Mist Mutation

Chapter 377: Chapter 377 Poison Mist Mutation

Chapter 377 -377 Poison Mist Mutation

Xie Liushu’s face was filled with fear.

The poison mist before him gave off an intensely dangerous feeling.

He no longer had absolute confidence in being able to dig out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice within it.

Xue Wanchong’s eyes also grew heavy as he remarked disdainfully:

“Elder Lu, the current poison mist is unbearable, even for my Ancient Giant bloodline.”

“This is far from what you mentioned in your message.”

Jiang Fan gazed at the constantly wriggling poison mist.

He, too, showed some signs of fear.

Even though he carried the Nine Poison True Scripture, staying too long in such dense mist was risky.

However, digging out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice shouldn’t be too difficult.

Lu Xiunian shook his head: “I, as an elder of the Supreme Sect, would not deceive you two juniors.”

“When I sent the message to you both, the poison mist was indeed much thinner.”

“But the poison mist within that piece of Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice kept seeping out, and within just three days, it has become this thick.”

He was deeply worried.

Further delays could cause the poison mist to become unbearably dense.

If it seeped underground, this mining area would be utterly ruined.

“What do you all think? Are you willing to give it a try? Give me an answer,” Lu Xiunian urged.

Xie Liushu hesitated for a moment before saying: “Since we are here, we should definitely give it a try.”

Xue Wanchong snorted: “I also want to test the limits of my bloodline and see how long I can endure.”

Seeing the two he valued most agree, Lu Xiunian felt a sense of relief.

Finally, he turned to Jiang Fan as a formality: “And you?”

To him, Jiang Fan’s participation was non-essential.

With the other two, success seemed guaranteed.

Jiang Fan stroked his chin and said: “Of course, I will go.”

“However, I have two questions.”

“First, with such dense poison mist, we won’t be able to see more than a zhang ahead. How will we determine our direction and find the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice?”

“Secondly, if we fail, is there a fallback plan to help us quickly escape from the mist and avoid mishaps?”

These two questions made Xie Liushu secretly alert.

Jiang Fan indeed thought things through meticulously.

The poison mist ahead, though easy to enter, would be challenging to exit.

He nearly overlooked these two fatal issues.

Lu Xiunian glanced at Jiang Fan with a surprised look.

Though he didn’t particularly like this young man,

his meticulous approach clearly set him apart from his peers.

He slowly nodded: “Since I invited you here, I naturally have to ensure your safety.”

He immediately took out three palm-sized compasses.

The needles on them emitted a cold aura, radiating seven colors.

“These are pointers made from Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice.”

“The ice has a unique property of attracting each other, so the direction the needle points to is where the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice is located.”

“Just follow the needles, and you won’t go wrong.”

It turns out there were preparations in place.

The direction issue was solved.

Next was the safety issue.

How to escape if they failed to dig out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice?

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Lu Xiunian retrieved a bundle of shiny black threads from his sleeve and said: “This is soft silk made from the Outer Heaven Meteorite.”

“It’s tough, resistant to fire and water, and even immune to severe poison corrosion.”

“When you enter the poison mist, tie one end around your waist. When you want to return, follow the thread back.”

Oh?

Xue Wanchong’s eyes sparkled: “Such a thing exists? It somewhat resembles the Heavenly Mountain Silk of the Desires Sect Master.”

He picked up a piece and pulled it firmly with both hands.

His fingers bled slightly from the effort, yet the thread did not break.

His eyes shone with even more amazement: “Indeed, a remarkable item.”

Lu Xiunian felt a sense of pride: “Of course.”

“Although this Black Iron Soft Silk is not as good as the Heavenly Mountain Silk of the Desires Sect Master, it is one of the only two soft silks on the Nine-Sect Land and has countless uses.”

“With this, you can enter and exit safely!”

With these assurances,

Xie Liushu and Xue Wanchong felt completely at ease.

The issues of direction and safety were resolved.

Now it depended on who had the ability to withstand the seven-colored poison mist and successfully dig out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice.

Jiang Fan crossed his arms and asked: “Are we going down together, or one at a time?”

Xie Liushu and Xue Wanchong realized this issue too.

If they went together and simultaneously dug out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice, who would it belong to?

They couldn’t possibly divide it evenly among the three, right?

If they went alone, who would go first and who last?

The latter would naturally be at a disadvantage because the first might have already taken the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice.

“This….” Lu Xiunian was also stumped.

Initially, the plan was for Xie Liushu to be invited first.

If he succeeded, that would be ideal.

If not, they would wait for Xue Wanchong to come.

Unexpectedly, both arrived almost at the same time.

And with Jiang Fan added,

it became a tricky issue to decide the order of entry among the three.

Each wanted to go first and none wanted to be last.

In this difficult situation, Wang Yunge suggested: “Master, to be fair, why don’t we draw lots?”

“The order of entry will be determined by luck, and no one can complain.”

Though not a perfect solution,

it seemed the only feasible one.

“What do you think?” Lu Xiunian looked at the three.

The three exchanged glances, with none willing to back down.

But aside from relying on luck, there seemed to be no better method.

Seeing them reach a consensus,

Lu Xiunian picked up three sticks of varying lengths.

He held them tightly in his fist, revealing only the tops of the sticks.

“The longest goes first, and so on.”

“Me first!” Xue Wanchong pushed ahead of Xie Liushu and grabbed a stick.

Xie Liushu rubbed his sore arm and quickly took another stick.

Jiang Fan, left with no choice, took the last stick at a leisurely pace.

He said calmly: “When it comes to luck, the order of choosing doesn’t matter.”

“Why rush?”

But when the three revealed their sticks,

Jiang Fan’s face turned green as he muttered: “What rotten luck is this?”

The stick in his hand was the shortest!

The second-shortest went to Xue Wanchong.

The longest belonged to Xie Liushu.

“Pfft!”

Qin Wangchuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Having been with Jiang Fan for so long, it was her first time seeing him so defeated.

She jested: “Will you stay calm next time? Hahaha!”

Jiang Fan glared at her: “The one who laughs last is the winner.”

“They might not even be able to get the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice.”

Xie Liushu, waving his stick triumphantly, said: “Brother Xue, Brother Jiang, excuse me for going first!”

He then tied one end of the Black Iron Soft Silk around his waist.

Leaping into the dense poison mist.

The seven-colored poison mist, like a living creature, immediately wriggled and attacked him.

The onlookers outside could roughly determine Xie Liushu’s position by observing the movement of the mist.

They watched him run toward the center of the mist.

Lu Xiunian’s eyes brightened.

“As expected of the disciple most skilled in the Poison Path, he moves freely within the mist, unaffected.”

He glanced at his bandaged index finger.

As an elder, he had ventured into the mist using his spiritual power and had unfortunately had his finger corroded.

Xie Liushu could move about as if nothing was amiss, indicating his profound mastery of the Poison Path was indeed remarkable.

But suddenly,

Xie Liushu, who was running fast, seemed to sense something.

He abruptly halted and quickly fled back.

Vaguely, he could be heard crying out in terror: “Pull me up quickly!”

“Something is wrong with this poison mist!”