Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 828: The Mycelium Carpet that Devours Abyssal Prison! A Familiar Aura!

Thud... thud... thud...

Wood slowly approached the entrance of Abyssal Prison.

With his massive frame, each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly.

The closer he got to the entrance, the stronger the ominous feeling of dread in his heart grew. This sensation was even more terrifying than when, as a child, he faced a wild beast in the wilderness!

Tightening his grip on the double-edged sword, his gaze became more resolute. He began to draw on the vast power within his body, using it to counter the oppressive aura, in an attempt to neutralize the effect this invisible force was having on him.

He had been sealed for far too long. Forty thousand years of unbroken darkness had almost driven his will to the brink of collapse.

Moreover, forty thousand years was a long time, even for a powerful Nightmare Being like him.

He could already feel his life force nearing its limit. If he had remained sealed for another ten or twenty thousand years, he might have eventually died from the depletion of his life source—what people commonly referred to as dying of old age!

As the captain of the Nightmare Legion's personal guard, a butcher and tyrant renowned on the battlefield, he could accept dying in combat. But he would never accept the indignity of dying of old age in such a passive, helpless manner!

So, when Sterl showed the potential to break free from the Eternal Light World, Wood had immediately chosen to support him.

Even though he knew that the Sterl before him was not truly War Demon, and although he had once been War Demon's sharpest blade and most loyal shield, he also knew that the situation had changed.

Now, a new twist had come. Even though it carried unknown dangers, someone had to go and investigate. If they didn't, and the situation collapsed, with thousands of nightmare elites falling into blind chaos and destruction, there would be no turning back.

Before he realized it, Wood had already reached a position just one kilometer from Abyssal Prison.

From here, even the Constant Abyss would be clearly visible.

The vast, seemingly bottomless entrance to Abyssal Prison appeared like a gigantic black hole, greedily devouring every life that entered.

Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that he had broken free from Abyssal Prison's seal. He would never again sink into it!

Channeling his strength, Wood resolutely continued toward the entrance of Abyssal Prison.

Half a minute later, he stood on the edge of the immense abyss, surveying the Abyssal Prison, which stretched across a hundred miles in diameter. His heart grew ever calmer.

"Let me see what this truly is."

At this point, the instinctual unease within him reached its peak. Every cell and organ in his body seemed to urge him to flee from this place of danger immediately.

However, Wood, with his powerful will, easily suppressed his body's instincts. The battle blade in his hand shimmered with a cold, icy glow as he leaned forward and looked down.

Below Abyssal Prison was an unfathomable darkness, shrouded by a thick, black mist hovering in the air.

Fortunately, the mist that blocked the way had been forcibly torn apart when they had made their escape earlier, and it had not fully recovered yet.

Through the gaps in the mist, Wood activated the Power of Nightmares in his eyes and focused intently, scanning the area.

"Nothing?"

He paused for a moment, surprised. With his strength, he could penetrate even the Constant Abyss. As the captain of the Nightmare Legion's personal guard, his power was one of the highest on the entire continent, standing at the peak of the pyramid.

Even though the Abyssal Prison's nature made it extremely difficult to probe, his vision should have been able to reach into parts of Abyssal Prison.

Yet within his line of sight, there was only darkness. He found nothing, no trace of the source of the unsettling aura.

"Could it be below Abyssal Prison?"

Wood narrowed his eyes, remaining silent for a moment.

All Nightmare Beings had deep, lingering fears of Abyssal Prison. If there was no necessity, they would never willingly venture deeper. Furthermore, there was some unknown presence lurking within.

Although Wood had great confidence in his strength, he wouldn't be reckless enough to venture alone into Abyssal Prison.

After thinking for a while, Wood slammed his battle blade into the ground, firmly planting it there. He stood tall at the edge of Abyssal Prison, quietly waiting.

No matter what that thing was, if it remained only within Abyssal Prison, then there was no immediate threat. Therefore, he chose to stand guard here, waiting for news from Sterl and also allowing the tense and anxious nightmare elites to feel at ease.

However, at that moment, a strange sound echoed in his ears.

The source of the sound... was unmistakably below Abyssal Prison!

Clang!

Wood gripped his battle blade with determination, his expression serious. He leaned forward and peered down.

His vision was still met with nothing but darkness, but within the unfathomable depths of Abyssal Prison, it seemed that something was rapidly moving upwards. The eerie sound was growing louder, becoming more distorted and sinister.

The next moment, a blood-red tendril suddenly shot up from the dark Abyssal Prison, coming into his line of sight.

The tendril, as if alive, twisted and contorted continuously, and the strange sound he had been hearing was the flesh on the tendril growing and spreading!

"What is this thing?"

Wood's heart skipped a beat. With just one glance, he immediately recognized that this was the source of their unease.

Before he could pull himself out of his thoughts, the tendril seemed to respond to some kind of stimulus, rapidly expanding at a visible speed.

Next, a grotesque Flesh Mycelium Carpet began to slowly spread across the entire Abyssal Prison's abyssal barriers, inching its way upwards.

A cold shiver suddenly shot up from his heart, interrupting Wood's thoughts. But before he could act, he saw a scene that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

On the Flesh Mycelium Carpet, dense webs, resembling spider silk, began to rapidly grow and shoot upward.

The abyssal entrance of Abyssal Prison, with its unfathomable depth and a diameter of a hundred miles, appeared to be eroded by some eerie presence as the Flesh Mycelium Carpet gradually wrapped around it.

In the blink of an eye, the entire area was filled with the shadow of the Flesh Mycelium Carpet.

The Mycelium Carpet passed through the mist, slowly creeping toward the edge of the entrance. As it wriggled, eerie, bone-chilling sounds of chewing echoed, as if it were devouring Abyssal Prison itself.

"What... what is this...?"

Wood's body stiffened slightly, and uncontrollably, he began to step back. His once terrifying battle intent and power evaporated instantly when faced with this unknown, sinister presence that exceeded his comprehension.

Abyssal Prison—this was a naturally sealed place created by the Eternal Light World, the core of the Eternal Light World!

This natural seal was the nightmare of all living beings. Once sealed inside, it was impossible to escape, let alone destroy it.

But now, he was witnessing Abyssal Prison being slowly devoured by this bizarre Flesh Mycelium Carpet!

Whoosh!!

Suddenly, a shadowy figure rushed toward him.

A blood-red tendril, carrying immense power, surged toward him.

"Get away!"

Wood growled, swinging his battle blade horizontally and striking the tendril with all his might.

Bang!!

However, the expected spray of flesh did not occur. Instead, there was a deafening clash, like the sound of steel grinding together. Immediately after, a tremendous force surged through his blade, nearly causing him to lose his grip as his body was forced back two steps.

Wood's eyes filled with intense shock as he stared at the blood-red tendril, disbelief written all over his face.

That strike had come suddenly. He hadn't used the Power of Nightmares, instead relying solely on his physical strength and swordsmanship.

Yet, despite being a swordsmanship master, with a single strike, he could easily kill weaker officers. But now, he had been directly repelled by a seemingly soft and bizarre blood-red tendril!

Taking a deep breath, Wood focused all his attention, gripping his battle blade tightly. A terrifying aura immediately surged from him.

Although he still felt uncertain and was considering retreating, his combat instincts as a master quickly made him realize that staying and fighting was the right choice.

If he withdrew rashly, he would likely be struck down by this strange entity's surprise attack. The only way to survive was to give everything he had.

To his surprise, however, after the blood-red tendril repelled him, it didn't continue its assault. Instead, it retracted, merging back into the Flesh Mycelium Carpet that enveloped the entire Abyssal Prison.

"Is the target... just Abyssal Prison?"

Wood faced forward but took slow steps back. His mind replayed the moment of their clash, trying to make sense of it.

At that instant, he had felt a familiar aura, but it was so faint—so weak—that even with his heightened senses and mental power, he struggled to link it with anything in his memory.

Once he had moved beyond a kilometer from the Abyssal Prison's edge, his tense body finally began to relax.

"My senses don't lie. I've definitely encountered that aura before!"

After moments of deep thought, Wood still couldn't find any memory that matched the aura.

The primal fear in his body, along with the bizarre scene he had just witnessed, left him feeling increasingly agitated.

"My mind... is unsettled."

Sensing the turbulence in his emotions, Wood immediately entered a meditative state, stabilizing his will with the focus of a swordsmanship master.

Gradually, he realized that the unsettling aura had completely disappeared, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had vanished.

Suddenly, Wood opened his eyes, his body flickering with lightning speed. His massive eight-meter frame turned into a blur, and in an instant, he appeared at the entrance of Abyssal Prison.

Looking closely, his expression froze in shock.

"Has it vanished?"

The Flesh Mycelium Carpet that had previously covered the entire Abyssal Prison had completely disappeared. Not only was there no trace left, but even the aura was undetectable, as though it had never existed. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

However, Wood's gaze remained fixed on the bottom of Abyssal Prison. He saw that the previously hundred-mile wide entrance of Abyssal Prison had expanded significantly, and the barriers were unnaturally smooth, as though something had neatly cut through them.

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