There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 336, The Place That Brings Hope
In the end, Xiao Yang decided to give up on the God of Spring Water in his hand.

It wasn't because His words convinced him, but simply because he felt that way.

"The dead must make way for the living."

That seems a bit too high-sounding.

Xiao Yang was also unsure how to make a firm decision.

"There's no way around it, this world is too rotten. I need more power, no matter where it comes from."

Said so.

The surging black mud rushed straight onto Xiao Yang.

With tremendous force, the black mud pounded into every inch of the body through the gaps in the scarlet killer.

The water god, who was questioning the meaning of life, was taken into the witch's backpack by Xiao Yang.

At that moment, countless voices vaguely appeared in my mind.

These are the dead snake people.

They were densely packed together, and every hole on their faces—eyes, noses, mouths—was constantly oozing black sludge.

He stared blankly at Xiao Yang, repeating the same sentence.

Where is He?

Unfortunately, this situation didn't really give Xiao Yang a headache.

In fact, he had already seen even bigger and more outrageous situations.

What does such a scene even amount to?

I'm just a little confused, a little confused about my own choices.

"Is it right or wrong?"

This confusion was shaken by the black mud, and the body was cleansed.

It is a pity.

Even if Xiao Yang remained motionless, these deadly poisons of faith could not harm him in the slightest.

Whether from a physical or psychological perspective.

After pausing for a while, even though he was a little confused, it didn't stop Xiao Yang from deciding not to waste any more time here.

Time is very precious.

Take a step, one step at a time, towards that invisible boundary.

On a spiritual level, those overlapping figures had already arrived in front of Xiao Yang, their expressions becoming increasingly ferocious, as if they wanted to devour him.

In fact, it was already eating.

The closest serpentine phantom opened its dark, menacing mouth just as it was about to touch Xiao Yang.

On a spiritual level, Xiao Yang was no longer wearing the scarlet, ferocious Slayer Armor.

It maintained its human form, wearing that thin shirt, and looked harmless.

But this is only the surface.

Just as the phantom was about to actually land its mouth, a restless eye opened on Xiao Yang's forehead and locked onto the somewhat overbearing phantom.

An arm gripped his head firmly.

However, Xiao Yang's hands did not seem to move at all; they remained standing still in the same spot.

So here's the problem.

Where did this hand come from?

The hazy, indistinct figure paused slightly at this moment.

The restlessness caused by the poison of faith can be clearly observed even beyond those invisible boundaries.

The snake-man high priest did not flee with the children.

The main problem is that I don't know where I am or what this place is, but I am certain that this world is extremely dangerous.

The corpses lay scattered haphazardly, some of them inhuman beings; the sky was a hazy crimson red; a faint murmur rose in my heart; and there was that moon.

Some, fearful, gathered together, a large group of snake-men, both large and small.

In the gaps formed by a pile of ruins.

They are hiding here.

Finally, having finished everything, a somewhat exhausted Xiao Yang slowly emerged from the surging black mud and raised his head.

The sky was still a deep crimson.

However, based on the location of the Crimson Moon.

"It's almost over."

What's somewhat puzzling is that this Crimson Moon, a powerful evil god of pillar-level importance, was actually cosplaying as the sun when it ascended into the sky and painted the night sky black. Furthermore, it mimicked the entire trajectory of the sun from sunrise to sunset.

In other words, by simply looking up at the red moon in the sky, one can clearly know how much time is left in this crimson night.

This is actually quite convenient, but there's one thing that's hard to understand.

There's a feeling of striving for perfection, but not knowing why one should strive for perfection in this particular area.

Looked around.

Xiao Yang saw a small head peeking out from behind a rock.

He strode towards them.

The snake-man high priest had recovered somewhat, but he had many questions and couldn't help but ask.

"Where is this place?"

This is a good question.

What the snake-man high priest didn't notice was the sudden upward curve of Xiao Yang's lips beneath his armor.

"Where is this place?"

"A somewhat difficult question."

"This place was once an extremely powerful world, where mortals pursued truth and gods looked down upon the world from the heavens."

He began with a measured and rhythmic tone.

The high priest of the snake people noticed a blind spot in the conversation.

"once."

She looked around uneasily. If this world was really as Xiao Yang described, then why, why was she so uneasy?

"The world struck him as madness and deathly stillness!"

In fact, her senses are quite sharp, just a little off.

This world is not dead yet; it is still alive, though it is on its last breath.

Xiao Yang's measured and methodical words rang out once more.

"Of course, that was then. Now, it is the prison that sealed the evil gods, the burial ground of the gods, the graveyard of legendary creatures, the land heading towards death, the world that has begun to rot."

"I call this world the Land of Decay."

"Welcome to this place, to a new world, to the Land of Decay!"

This guy always seems to have this kind of interest in some inexplicable places.

After his opening remarks, the snake-man high priest's face turned pale.

Clearly, this is not a good place.

What echoes this is...

The scarlet, terrifying knight in front of me didn't seem like a good person either.

But they have no choice now.

Filled with fear and unease, she could only follow closely behind Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang spoke again.

"Of course, things aren't that bad. A new city has recently been built here, and that might be the best place for you right now."

"Will you send us there?"

The snake-man high priest spoke cautiously to Xiao Yang.

"I'm willing to pay!"

After saying that, he immediately added another sentence.

Xiao Yang's smile widened even further.

"What's the name of that city, mighty warrior?"

"The City of Hope, a city named after hope."

And so, there was one big one, one small one, a bunch of short, stout guys, and a little skeleton that had appeared out of nowhere and was secretly watching.

Such a group wandered further and further away in the desolate wasteland of the decaying land.

The crimson night finally came to an end with the passage of time.

The dim, lifeless sun had somehow climbed high into the sky.

Everything was so lifeless and gloomy.

Except Xiao Yang.

"Xiao Yang is guiding people toward the light!"

(End of this chapter)