Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"What a strange soul."

Zhou Xian looked at the soul body in front of him that was constantly emitting black mist, and couldn't help but sigh. The soul body in front of him was not powerful, and was just an ordinary person when he was alive. However, even if Zhou Xian searched through all the books of the dead in his memory, he could not find such a special soul body. You must know that living beings generally go to the underworld after death, otherwise it is difficult for them to survive in the world. Even the strong ones in the Holy Land are the same after their death, just like Delin. If it weren't for the main artifact, the Panlong Ring, which blocked the call of the underworld, his soul would have gone to the underworld long ago.

However, the soul shrouded in black mist actually appeared in front of Zhou Xian. What surprised Zhou Xian even more was that such souls were not uncommon in Shadow Island.

Every Soul-Eating Night, a strong dark force permeates the air. As night falls, the number of such souls continues to increase, as if this island is gradually becoming a gathering place for these strange souls.

"Could it be that the souls on this Rune Continent are not subject to the rules of the underworld?"

Zhou Xian murmured softly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he narrowed them unconsciously, like a wolf observing its prey in the cold night.

In his mind, various thoughts collided like lightning. He originally thought that he was familiar enough with the Rune Continent, but now he was shocked to find that everything in front of him made this continent more mysterious. Those cognitions that he once firmly believed in began to waver and disintegrate under the impact of this strange soul. One bold guess after another grew in his heart.

Zhou Xian was deep in thought, frowning, with all kinds of thoughts surging in his mind. At this time, Gwen came over lightly, her blue-purple eyes seemed to hide bright stars and deep oceans, and she looked at the black mist in Zhou Xian's hand with full vigilance.

The breeze blew gently, ruffling her hair. Gwen held the scissors tightly in her hand. The holy haze attached to the blade seemed to have sensed the black fog around her and was restlessly stirring. It seemed to have a natural hostility to the black fog that went deep into its bones, as if it was eagerly announcing that it would completely dispel the unusual dark aura before its eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Xian quickly raised his hand, palm facing outward, and made a calming gesture. His tone was gentle and somewhat soothing: "Gwen, don't worry, it can't escape from my palm. Don't do anything yet, I still need to study it, and I will grill you tonight."

Hearing this, Gwen's mouth corners slightly turned down, a trace of obvious dissatisfaction flashed across her face, she snorted softly, and subconsciously rubbed her toes on the ground. But when the word "barbecue" entered her ears, her blue-purple eyes instantly lit up like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and her originally pouting mouth suddenly opened up, revealing an expectant smile, and she hurriedly nodded obediently, even her hair swaying.

Ever since she first tasted the taste of food, she seemed to have opened the door to a new world. In addition to the goal of revenge for her master, she had another goal. Once upon a time, revenge for her dead master was the only belief that kept her moving forward. Now, in addition to this strong will for revenge, she has a new goal in life - to taste all the delicacies in the world.

And now, Zhou Xian is almost the only one in the entire Shadow Island who can satisfy her goal. Shadow Island is shrouded in strange black fog all year round, filled with the breath of decay and death. Ordinary vitality is hard to find here, let alone delicious food.

The island is full of twisted shadow plants and wandering ghosts, and the environment is so harsh that it is daunting. But Zhou Xian is different. He seems to always have a way to bring in various ingredients, and with his unique cooking skills, he turns those seemingly ordinary ingredients into delicious dishes. Therefore, in this almost lifeless Shadow Island, Gwen can only rely on Zhou Xian to satisfy her desire to taste all kinds of food.

Zhou Xian watched Gwen instantly transform into a well-behaved person, with a smile on his face and a slight upward curve on his lips. Then, he put away his smile, regained his focus, turned around and cast his gaze back to the soul body in front of him that exuded a strange aura. At this moment, his attention was more focused on the black mist that was constantly surging around the soul body. The black mist seemed to have life, sometimes condensing, sometimes dispersing, revealing an indescribable mystery.

Zhou Xian leaned over, staring at the black mist without blinking, the magic sensing thread in his hand constantly shuttled through the black mist, trying to catch even the slightest abnormal fluctuation. Sometimes he frowned slightly, and sometimes he shook his head gently.

As time went by, the light around him gradually dimmed, but Zhou Xian was still immersed in his research. He tried various magical detection methods.

However, after some effort, he slowly straightened up and sighed. After spending so much energy and studying for a long time, the black fog in front of him was still as mysterious as it was at the beginning. He didn't see any problems at all, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.

Zhou Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a sharp light, like the brightest cold star in the night sky. He stared at the surging black fog, his expression becoming more and more solemn. After thinking for a long time in his heart, he slowly uttered a sentence: "This power has already touched the realm of the god level."

This seemingly ordinary black fog, judging from the strength of the Panlong World, has already entered the god-level realm. This realization caused some ripples in Zhou Xian's heart, and at the same time, a strong desire to explore surged.

"If I can thoroughly study the principles of this black fog, I might be able to become a god with the help of the rules of death."

Zhou Xian's eyes instantly lit up like stars. Becoming a god was a dream that many practitioners in Yulan Continent could not achieve in their entire lives, but now it seemed that there was a possible shortcut before their eyes.

He stared at the black fog. Although he still had no idea about the mystery of the black fog, Zhou Xian had always been confident in his talent. In his opinion, with his extraordinary comprehension and research spirit, he would be able to thoroughly analyze the secret of the black fog in just a few months.

When he thought that he might embark on the path to becoming a god in the near future, even though Zhou Xian had great confidence in becoming a god, his heartbeat quickened and his breathing became rapid. For him, this black fog had become the key to unlocking the rules of death and becoming a god.

Zhou Xian's desire to explore deeper became stronger. He knew that if he could solve the mystery of the black fog, he would not only find the opportunity to become a god, but also verify the conjecture that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

This conjecture had been lingering in his mind for a long time since he arrived in Rune Continent. It was like a fog that was unclear and hard to understand, but it always followed him like a shadow, entangled in his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)