Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 705 705: Eye Bug Enters The Skull, Eats The Eye, Acquires Divine Skills_1

Wiping the blood from his face, Wu Xian looked at the fully emerged tattoo on his hand: a grinning white skull.Today was the seventh day, and he was about to enter that terrifying place again.

However, compared to the last time, Wu Xian was much calmer this time, yet also more crazed.

In these seven days, he had killed an Outer Disciple of the Elephant Casting Sect, obtaining a good amount of resources.

As for the injuries on his body, they were sustained when he was pursued by the Elephant Casting Sect.

The righteous and demonic paths used these Xuannan Cave Mansion ruins as a training ground. Few disciples from the sects of either path died; instead, it was these Loose Cultivators, seen as weaklings, who became the targets.

It seemed they planned to first eliminate the Loose Cultivators, then have a major decisive battle between the righteous and demonic paths. Wu Xian, however, didn't care too much about this. After all, he might not make it out alive today.

"Found him! He's here!" A voice interrupted Wu Xian's thoughts.

"The Elephant Casting Sect again." Wu Xian's eyes flashed with rage. While he was facing death, they were still in hot pursuit, forcing him into a fight to the bitter end.

"You killed Xu Heng! Today, I'll make you pay with your life!!!" A furious female voice rang out.

Wu Xian didn't clash head-on with them. Instead, he turned to leave. Fighting them now would only be a disadvantage for him.

"Bah! A bunch of brats who haven't even fully grown their hair yet, playing at being lovey-dovey," Wu Xian sneered, which provoked the surrounding Outer Disciples of the Elephant Casting Sect to curse and chase after him furiously.

It seemed he had hit a nerve.

However, Wu Xian simply ignored their insults. For a Loose Cultivator, survival was the priority.

He silently counted down in his mind: Ten, nine...

"There's a dead end ahead! That wretch won't be able to escape..." Before the Outer Disciple of the Elephant Casting Sect could finish his words, he saw an odd vision manifest.

A giant white skull slowly appeared, swallowed Wu Xian whole, and then vanished without a trace.

"This..." Everyone was stunned.

This event was indeed too bizarre, and there was no trace of any spellcraft.

"A devil... a member of the Demon Path! He must be killed!" someone reacted, his voice tinged with anger and shame at letting their target escape.

But they didn't notice a peculiar white spot appearing on their hands, a spot that was spreading, extending along their network of connections.

「On the other side, Wu Xian opened his eyes, appearing back in the White Bone House once again.」

It has recovered? Turning around, he saw half a skull inlaid in the wall. The damage and traces left from his previous struggle with the White Skull had completely disappeared.

Just where is this place?

Wu Xian shivered; this whole affair was indeed too weird.

Thankfully, with his previous experience, he wouldn't make the mistake of attacking recklessly again.

Looking at the door again, it wasn't some great, bony maw, but a normal wooden door.

After much hesitation, he finally chose to push it open, albeit still very carefully.

When he opened the door, the changes he had anticipated didn't occur. Instead, there was only a dilapidated street.

Could it be that I angered the skull before, and that's why the strange things happened?

He murmured to himself, then tentatively stepped out of the house. He faced neither obstructions nor attacks.

"Sugar-roasted chestnuts..."

"Delicious sugar-roasted chestnuts..."

An old voice, drawing nearer from a distance, reached Wu Xian's ears, making him pause.

He had never heard of such a thing, but as the voice approached, he caught a cloyingly sweet scent in his daze.

At the same time, his insides rumbled, and the sensation of hunger surged through him.

"Young man, you're hungry, aren't you? Have some sugar-roasted chestnuts."

Suddenly, Wu Xian looked up to see an old woman pushing a peculiar cart. On it was something strange emitting a tempting, sweet fragrance.

He instinctively wanted to ask for a serving, but his rationality forcefully suppressed the urge.

In this eerie place, how could he recklessly buy food?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he found he couldn't move at all.

No, it wasn't that he couldn't move; rather, his body was instinctively resisting him.

His rational mind knew there was something wrong with this food called sugar-roasted chestnuts and that he absolutely must not eat it.

His body, however, was captivated by the sweet aroma. It didn't want him to leave and insisted on him eating a portion.

"How much for a portion?" he asked, gritting his teeth and forcing out each word.

"KAKAKA! That depends on whether you want a large portion or a small one," the old woman cackled.

"For a large portion, any piece of flesh, internal organ, or bone will do. A small one is cheaper; it only costs ten years of lifespan and an extra finger."

The old woman's prices gave Wu Xian a considerable fright.

As she stated her prices, the White Bone Skull Tattoo on his hand gave him the same feedback.

Don't underestimate the large portion just because it only takes flesh, an organ, or bone, which might seem less valuable than lifespan. In this place, once such a thing is taken, it cannot regenerate, even if one reaches the Ancestor Immortal Realm. It is taken away permanently.

The small portion also cost a finger, but this was recoverable, not permanently taken.

"Then... then I won't buy it!" he gritted his teeth and refused.

"Huh?" The old woman's voice held a peculiar tone, as if she hadn't expected Wu Xian to refuse. Then, she let out another strange cackle.

Through her laughter, Wu Xian saw menacing, claw-baring shadows burst from the old woman's hunched figure. Looking into the pot, he saw that the black 'fruits' were not chestnuts at all, but white insect cocoons, and the so-called sugar was a black, viscous liquid.

Damn it, I messed up again. Wu Xian was filled with regret. He had thought that refraining from violence would prevent any changes in this strange place. He hadn't expected that simply not complying with these monsters' wishes would trigger it.

But there was some good news: after the unsettling transformation occurred, he found he could move his body again.

So, the first thought that came to his mind was to run.

However, in a split second, he wondered: what would happen if he didn't run away but chose to buy instead?

After all, he couldn't always run away, could he?

"Wait! I'll buy, I'll buy! I'll take a small portion of sugar-roasted chestnuts," he immediately spoke up.

It was just ten years of lifespan. As long as he broke through in time, there wouldn't be any problem.

As for a finger, that was no big deal either; he had ways to regenerate a severed finger.

"Alright, sir," the old woman replied. She didn't revert to her original form but maintained her grotesque appearance, her voice remaining extremely shrill.

She took out a piece of oil paper, scooped up a white cocoon from the pot, carefully wrapped it, and handed it to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian, meanwhile, felt a wave of weakness; ten years of his lifespan had been drained away. As for his finger, the index finger of his left hand was severed, blood gushing out instantly.

But he couldn't be bothered with that too much, extending his right hand to take the so-called sugar-roasted chestnuts.

"Young man, aren't you going to try a taste? If it's not sweet, this old woman will give you a full refund." The shadow on the old woman's back suddenly swelled, and a single, crimson cyclops eye opened within it.

The cyclops eye radiated a malice Wu Xian simply couldn't resist.

This made Wu Xian realize one thing: he had to eat it. If he didn't, then this cyclopean shadow would eat him.

"Alright, alright, I'll taste it right away." Wu Xian was regretting his decision now. Try what? He should have just run away.

But then again, could he really escape such a terrifying entity? He feared he would die the moment he turned.

Opening the oil paper bag and looking at the lonely white cocoon inside, he couldn't help but feel bitter. The moment his hand touched it, a stream of information flowed into his mind.

Swallow it to receive a companion Eye Bug. This bug will enter the skull and consume the eyes. Consuming the left eye grants the Spirit Illusion Divine Skill; consuming the right eye grants the Life Barrier Divine Skill. If both eyes are consumed by Eye Bugs, one will then obtain the Evil Light Divine Skill.

For a moment, his expression was one of utter shock. He never imagined that swallowing this white cocoon could actually grant him Divine Skills.

Of course, he knew how powerful Divine Skills were.

This information came from the White Bone Skull Tattoo on his hand, so he swallowed it down without hesitation.

The cocoon entered his stomach but didn't hatch immediately; it seemed to need time.

"Another small portion," he said immediately, without hesitation.

It was just ten years of lifespan and one finger. He'd buy it.

"There are no more small portions, only large ones left. Do you want it?" The old woman laughed, and the cyclopean shadow also let out a shrill sound.

"Yes, I'll use my eyes!" he said without hesitation.

After all, the Eye Bug would devour his eyes and then become his new eyes. He wouldn't need his original eyes anymore, and he could see with the Eye Bug regardless.