Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 315 - 193: Eternal Night Deep Pool, Dark Source Material Revealed!

Chapter 315: Chapter 193: Eternal Night Deep Pool, Dark Source Material Revealed!

Unsure of how long they had been traveling in the darkness, the terrain began to level out.

The group seemed to have reached the middle to lower part of the chasm, a relatively open platform area.

The ground here was covered with icy black mud.

The pervasive Dark Source Material dust in the air was even denser, and the efficacy of the Calming Wood Talisman seemed insufficient, a sense of unsettling whispers flittered faintly in their minds.

Only after traversing the icy muck of the Bone-Eroding Cold Swamp, avoiding the slime of Shadow Slugs and the ambush of Deep Abyss Sharp-toothed Fish, enduring the spectral screeches of the Wailing Stone Gargoyles...

The five finally reached the vast cavernous space deep within the Eternal Silence Abyss.

Utter darkness enveloped everything like viscous ink.

Beneath their feet was cold rock, filled with bottomless crevices.

An ancient, deathly aura permeated the air, even the flow of time seemed frozen here.

The efficacy of the Calming Wood Talisman was suppressed to its lowest, the whispering psychic erosion like wraith-like whispers was pervasive, requiring immense willpower to maintain clarity of mind.

"Here... is the deepest point."

Wei Banmeng’s voice carried an unmistakable weariness, but more so, there was gravity and a hint of faint expectancy.

The Profound Qilin Double Blades at her back trembled with longing.

Just as everyone held their breath, using the sparse ghostly moss and luminescent fungus on the rock wall, along with the faint silvery light provided by the Light-eating Beetle Shell Powder sprinkled on their bodies, laboriously exploring this area.

"Look...look there!"

Chu Kuanglan’s voice, suppressing excitement with a hint of tremor, pointed towards a direction slightly to the left of the cavern center.

Everyone’s gaze instantly focused!

In the relatively empty rock surface area, a small patch of darkness was undergoing a heart-palpitating transformation!

The darkness there was boiling and swirling like bubbling ink!

As light approached, it was ruthlessly devoured and twisted, forming a small dark vortex with a diameter of about two meters, slowly collapsing inward!

A pure, cold aura of Origin Darkness that devoured all light and heat.

Was emanating from the core of that vortex!

So much so that on the nearby rock walls, those faint ghostly moss and luminescent fungi dimmed instantly, as if their life force was being drained!

Dark Source Material tide.

Was converging into form!

"It’s it! Dark Source Material!"

Wei Banmeng’s cold face instantly blossomed with uncontrollable joy, those ever-calm eyes were now filled with fervent longing!

The Profound Qilin Double Blades emitted a clear hum behind her.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan also became instantly excited, after braving so many dangers, they had finally found their target!

However, just as the delight crawled onto everyone’s faces!

Fang Qingyu’s pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

In the vision of the Night Visit, near the converging Dark Source Material, in the dark corners, several red titles suddenly emerged...

And not just in one place!

"Careful!"

Fang Qingyu uttered a low shout, his voice like a thunderclap breaking through the dead silence, instantly shattering the joyful atmosphere.

He moved like lightning, swiftly reaching out his left hand, grabbing Wei Banmeng’s arm, pulling her back with tremendous force.

At the same time, his right hand clamped down on Chu Kuanglan’s shoulder, who was about to rush forth, while Lu Jiuyuan was also instantly stopped by his sharp gaze and movements.

The four were thrown into a stagger by Fang Qingyu’s sudden, almost rough actions, their jubilant faces frozen and then turned to bewilderment and confusion!

"Qingyu?!"

Wei Banmeng, having her arm grabbed, looked at him in astonishment.

The longing of the Profound Qilin Double Blades clashed fiercely with Fang Qingyu’s warning in her heart.

Chu Kuanglan, with his shoulder pinned down, his excitement turning into bewilderment: "God Fang? You...?"

Lu Jiuyuan, his eyes sharp, instantly sensed something was wrong.

Immediately, he gripped the sword handle tightly, vigilantly scanning the surrounding darkness.

Fang Qingyu did not immediately explain, merely casting an extremely sharp glance around several directions near the Dark Source Material, then lowering his voice to speak in a breathy tone only audible to the five of them:

"Behind a large stalagmite to the front left, approximately five people. In a recessed rock cave on the front right, fewer in number, only three people. Located in front, on a towering rock platform closest to the cavern center, four people."

Fang Qingyu spoke rapidly, clearly conveying the positions and numbers of the ambushers in each direction.

The excitement on Wei Banmeng and the others’ faces was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, freezing instantly.

Fang Qingyu’s stern shout and rough movements forcibly dragged them back from the brink of ecstatic elation to the harsh reality.

"Five to the front left...three to the front right...four in front..."

Wei Banmeng’s voice, cold with a faint hint of dryness, quickly repeated Fang Qingyu’s intel, her gaze sharply scanning the three pointed out dark areas.

The hum of the Profound Qilin Double Blades still yearned, but now more like a warning.

Chu Kuanglan’s muscles tensed up, the pressure from where Fang Qingyu held him translating into a heavy sensation; he exhaled a rough breath and roared in a low voice: "Damn it...at least twelve people of the Profound level? How...how do we handle this?"

Feeling the depleted Qi Blood within and the faint aches of his muscles, after intense combat and journeying through the Cold Swamp, Dark River, and stone gargoyle screeches.

His condition had already fallen from the peak.

Any confrontation with a peer-level peak martial artist demanded caution, let alone twelve unknown ones?

Lu Jiuyuan’s face was grave, tightly gripping the long blade, his knuckles white.

He too felt fatigued, though his Body Technique persisted, his strength and reaction speed had been diminished.