Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Chapter 237 Spiritual Condensation

The shuttle silently pierced through the clouds, flying swiftly towards the ruins shrouded in death.

Over the course of a day and a half, the sunlight streaming through the porthole was gradually being eroded by the gray-black haze spreading from the distant horizon, carrying an ominous feeling.

The distant land was shrouded in a somber gray.

Although the City of Hope was once quite dilapidated, now it is nothing but a huge, indistinct shadow.

Even from a great distance, one could feel the deathly stillness and coldness emanating from there.

The sky seemed even lower, with leaden clouds hanging low, merging with the faint gray-black mist rising from the ruins.

Faint wails and murmurs seemed to emanate from the air, a natural disturbance to the spirits of living beings caused by the accumulation of negative energy to a certain degree.

The protective array of the shuttle emitted a faint hum, and the light of the runes flowing on its surface seemed to dim slightly as it resisted the gradually increasing erosion of negative energy.

"Thirty miles ahead, the negative energy concentration has exceeded the safety threshold." Estelle calmly looked at the reading on the dial. "The shuttle's energy consumption rate has increased by 100%. We need to find a landing point."

She maneuvered the shuttle to descend while simultaneously observing the terrain below.

The once fertile plains and hills, near the ruins, began to show sparse and withered vegetation, the land exhibiting a...

A morbid grayish-black color.

Most of the rivers have dried up, and some are flowing with murky black liquid.

Occasionally, one can see some twisted and strange shadows staggering through the gray fog; these are probably creatures that have undergone some kind of mutation due to being corrupted by negative energy.

Or perhaps they are lower-level undead, whose souls do not immediately dissipate after death, but instead coalesce with negative energy to form unique undead creatures.

"Over there." After a brief search, Estelle finally pointed to a small hill some distance from the ruins.

There is a relatively dense grove of dead trees there, which can block the view to some extent. The terrain is also good for concealment. It is also a certain distance away from the ruined City of Hope, so the rune module of the shuttle will not be corroded.

It's an excellent hiding spot.

The shuttle traced an arc, descended, and silently glided toward the hill, finally landing smoothly on a relatively flat patch of withered grass, crushing a large number of dry, blackened grass stems.

The hatch opened, and a cold, damp wind carrying a faint smell of decay immediately rushed in.

Lorne took a deep breath, feeling a chill spread through his lungs.

The air here is not only cold, but also contains a faint negative mental fluctuation, which makes people instinctively feel depressed and uncomfortable.

At this point, the potions purchased earlier in the trading area to resist the erosion of negative energy can come in handy.

He took out two short tubes filled with murky gray liquid from his moonlight pouch and handed one to Estelle.

"The aura of the Ash Wolf seems to resist the erosion of negative energy. Let's keep it for now; the current negative energy erosion isn't too severe."

To Lorne's surprise, Estelle was able to quickly identify that the potion's ingredients were Ash Wolf, which explained why she was able to refine Spirit Essence.

He should also be an excellent potion maker.

Estelle put away her access token and stepped off the shuttle. She looked around, a hint of icy light flashing in her pale blue eyes, as if she were sensing her surroundings.

"The concentration of negative energy is not too bad; it poses no threat to the mental power of formal wizards and apprentices. However, be careful of the plants and animals that have been corrupted by negative energy, as they are bound to undergo some kind of mutation after being corrupted by negative energy."

Lorne followed closely behind, stepping onto this land stained with the aura of death.

The soil beneath his feet was soft and damp, yet lifeless. He pressed the Shadow Hunter scabbard at his waist; the cold touch of the scabbard calmed him slightly.

It would be a lie to say that I felt no pressure at all.

Estelle set up several simple warning and concealment rune arrays around the shuttle, and only after confirming that the shuttle was completely hidden in the forest did she turn to Lorne and extend her hand: "Give me your spiritual essence. It's too dangerous to absorb it here. We need to find a relatively safe place and set up a temporary protective barrier."

Lorne handed her the crystal bottle.

The two walked several kilometers away from the City of Hope, and finally Estelle chose a sheltered rocky depression, took out several light blue rune stones engraved with intricate ice patterns, and embedded them into the ground and rock wall in specific positions.

As she chanted a few short syllables in a low voice, ice magic was injected, the runestone lit up, and a layer of light blue and translucent ice crystal barrier was quickly generated, covering an area of ​​about three meters square.

The air inside the barrier instantly became fresh and cold, effectively isolating it from negative energy and negative mental fluctuations from the outside world.

"Come in, sit down, and keep your mind and spirit calm," Estelle said, stepping into the barrier and gesturing to Lorne.

Lorne followed instructions and sat cross-legged in the center of the barrier. The temperature inside the barrier was very low, but it was actually quite comfortable for him, who was cultivating the Heavenly River Qi.

However, there is a subtle feeling that the body's Qi and blood are being suppressed.

Estelle uncorked the crystal bottle, and an even richer, tranquil, and distant aura emanated from it, mixed with a hint of chill.

Open your mouth.

Lorne tilted his head back and swallowed the condensed white liquid that was poured down his throat.

The liquid was icy cold upon entering the mouth, but instantly transformed into a torrent of heat and cold that surged through the body and eventually reached the brain!

"Hmph!" Lorne groaned, feeling as if his head was about to explode, with countless sharp pains and swelling sensations surging deep within his mind.

The light and shadows flickered before my eyes, and I heard various indistinct hisses and whispers in my ears.

This pain far exceeds the side effects of the added spiritual points; it is a direct impact and reshaping of the soul.

"Keep your mind focused, guide your spiritual power to envelop the medicinal power, absorb it slowly, do not resist, try to integrate!" Estelle's clear, cold voice, like an icy spring, pierced through the chaotic senses and entered the depths of Lorne's consciousness.

Lorne gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, enduring the almost unbearable pain, and tried his best to mobilize all his mental energy to guide and envelop the violent medicinal power according to Estelle's guidance.

This process was slow and arduous. Every second felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Outside the icy blue barrier, gray-black mist flowed silently, and the withered trees groaned in the eerie wind.

Further away, the shadows of the ruins, like a crouching behemoth, silently await the arrival of living beings.

Estelle stood at the edge of the barrier, her back to Lorne, her pale blue eyes warily scanning the surrounding withered woods and the distant city shrouded in death.

In her hand, a deep black ice crystal longsword had materialized at some unknown time, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, exuding a chilling aura—it was the Whisper of the Deep Cold.

Time passed slowly. Inside the barrier, Lorne's body trembled slightly, his face was pale, and beads of sweat kept seeping out, which then condensed into tiny ice crystals under the low temperature of the barrier.