What If I Can't Die?

Chapter 579 - 579 Primordial Ruins (1)

579 Primordial Ruins (1)

She followed Song Shi closely and said in a trembling voice, “It’s too powerful. Just a casual grab has drawn a depth that exceeds the depth we’ve been underground for so long.”

Song Shi smiled and quickly reached the bottom through the crack he had just scratched. Then, he continued deeper. The soil here was very hard, and their speed of burrowing became slower and slower.

Du Ming’e was still a little uneasy. “It won’t continue to target us, right?”

“In any case, I won’t spend too much effort to target the ants hiding.”

Song Shi shook his head. “I guess it won’t dig the ground to look for us. That would waste far more energy than eating us.”

“Fair enough.”

Du Ming’e nodded. “Such a powerful roc can’t be a fool. There’s no need to hold on to us weaklings.”

While they were discussing, the frequency of the vibration above their heads began to decrease. After a few more times, it completely quietened down.

“It should have left.”

Song Shi guessed.

“I didn’t expect that the first thing that left a deep impression on us when we came to the Immortal World was to be slaughtered by the Great Roc as food.”

Du Ming’e smiled bitterly. Anyone who had just ascended to the Immortal World was full of confidence and hope for the future. In the end, they actually encountered such a thing.

He thought that he was going to be an immortal with longevity and boundless glory, but now, he had become an ant. It was too much of a blow.

“Perhaps it’s the usual operation of the organizers of the Ascended Immortal Gathering. This is to remind us that everyone is a powerful figure in the lower realm, but after coming to the Immortal World, we are nothing.”

Song Shi shrugged. “Just maintain a normal mentality. No matter what test it has, just improvise.”

“Brother Song’s temperament is worth learning.”

Du Ming’e smiled brightly. Perhaps Song Shi’s calmness had infected her, her chest, which was originally heaving violently from nervousness, gradually calmed down.

After a while, the two of them carefully returned to the thousand-foot crack that the roc had scratched.

This place was partly filled by the soil that had fallen from both sides. However, the soil was soft and thousands of feet high was just a small obstacle for Divine Telekinesis. After passing through the soil and carefully investigating, there was indeed no movement of the roc outside.

After passing through the soil and returning to the ground, he saw a mess. Trees were broken and cracks that were like canyons crisscrossed. Occasionally, he could see some blood, mud, and tattered clothes.

“It’s too strong. I wonder what level it is.”

“It’s at least at the Immortal King Realm, or even the Immortal Emperor Realm.”

“Domain… Immortal Emperor-level power.”

Song Shi muttered. Suddenly, the soil not far away squirmed and a head carefully popped out.

This person was tall and his entire body was filled with demonic qi. Perhaps he was not a human. He panted heavily at the sky and cursed, “Damn it, why is there such a terrifying Great Roc in the Immortal World? Isn’t this thing a Demon God? It should be in the Divine Realm.”

He propped himself up on the ground and jumped out like a carrot. He looked at Song Shi and Du Ming’e. “I’m Yang Kuisheng. The two of you are also smart and lucky people. Can you join us?”

“Are you a demon or a human?”

Du Ming’e frowned. “The demonic aura is so strong. Why can’t I see your true form?”

“I’m a human, but I have a little demon bloodline,” Yang Kuisheng explained. “Moreover, why do we care about races now? The situation is special now. It’s best if everyone sticks together for safety.”

Yang Kuisheng told them his situation to gain their trust.

“So it’s an unorthodox technique that uses demon blood to assist in cultivation. You can cultivate to become an immortal. I think the demon blood you obtained is not simple.”

Du Ming’e looked at Song Shi thoughtfully. “Brother Song, what do you think?”

“Cooperation is naturally beneficial to the current situation. I’m Song Shi.”

Song Shi nodded.

“Du Ming’e.”

“Fellow Daoist, you’re right. Just now, we were attacked by the Golden-Winged Roc. We just didn’t cooperate. Otherwise, we would have been able to fight back.”

A short and fat cultivator with fear still lingering on his face crawled out and stood in front of the large crack. He echoed Song Shi’s words and added, “I’m Zhao Kaizeng.”

At this moment, the surviving cultivators appeared one after another and gathered together.

Song Shi looked at the number. There were only about 60 left. More than 80% of them had died from the previous attack.

“What does this mean? They eliminated so many ascenders the moment we arrived.”

When he was puzzled, the ascenders restrained their emotions and communicated.

“Even now, I find it hard to believe that such a thing will happen after I ascend.”

“What’s the use of saying all this? Our lives are more important now.”

“Let’s leave this place quickly. What if that Demon Roc comes back?”

As their expressions changed, the cultivators all had their own thoughts. In the end, someone suggested choosing a random direction to advance in. It was better than staying where they were.

Unfortunately, the cultivators had different opinions on the choice of direction.

Upon hearing that everyone had their own thoughts, Song Shi frowned and could not be bothered to mediate. He said to Du Ming’e, “There are two choices now. Find a random direction to explore. The second is to kill everyone.”

These words shocked Zhao Kaizeng. “Brother, what are you talking about?”

Du Ming’e understood what Song Shi meant.

Now that this was an illusion and it did not stop because the Great Roc had left, it meant that everyone had to die in the illusion before it stopped.