Chapter 31 - The Tower of Babel (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sky was covered with trees and the ground was covered with weeds.

The vines climbed along the strips of paper and filled up all the space.

Countless poisonous insects of different colors built their own kingdom among the vines and swore to defend their own base.

Once other poisonous insects crossed the line, they would immediately pounce and bite with their sharp teeth, until one of the two sides was completely dead.

The winner would enjoy the food, and the loser would have nothing.

The battle between poisonous bugs was much crueler than that between humans, and this kind of battle happened almost every moment.

Alan stood in this place that was similar to a tropical rainforest, squatting by the roadside and looking at the two scorpion-tailed centipedes and poisonous bugs on the leaves with great interest, fighting to the death for a flesh worm.

The air was a little stuffy, and the high concentration of water vapor was condensed into water droplets on the leaves.

Dong!

The water droplets gathered bigger and bigger, finally exceeding the tolerance range of the leaves, and began to fall.

Alan was watching with great interest, and the water droplets just happened to land on the battlefield between the two centipedes and strange insects.

As if sensing Alan’s intention, the sword on his waist suddenly burst out.

An invisible sword aura flew out, and this precious drop of fresh water was instantly hacked into nothingness.

At the same time, in another place in the rainforest, a young man wearing a bamboo hat was lying on the ground, carefully driving away the poisonous insects, and finding the least poisonous one among the thousands of poisonous plants.

Carefully breaking off a section of hollow grass stem, one fell into his mouth, and the other gently rested on the edge of the leaf in front of him.

There was a drop of water that had just formed.

As it was located at the edge, the poisonous insects living on the leaf had yet to discover it.

The youth with the bamboo hat carefully moved the stem, not daring to make a single sound.

When the stem finally came into contact with the drop of water, he gently inhaled, and his lips finally felt a trace of moisture that he had not felt for a long time.

In this poisonous insect-infested, stuffy, and unusually hot rainforest, fresh water was truly too precious.

Even though he had already covered his entire body with mud, his sweat was still pouring out.

He had to seize every opportunity to replenish his water.

Once he felt thirsty, it would be too late to find water to drink.

The youth in the bamboo hat spat out the stalk of grass in his mouth. His lips were already slightly numb.

This was caused by the poison in the stalk of grass.

Although he had already chosen the least poisonous stalk, he was still poisoned.

Fortunately, their mouths would only become numb and did not affect their movements.

The third trial of the Tower of Babel had already begun. Everyone’s cultivation had been sealed, and they were immediately thrown into the rainforest.

Presumably, the number of people participating in the third trial was much less than in the second trial.

Some people went to inform the others, and then disappeared forever.

Some people were originally from an ordinary farming family and had never come into contact with cultivation.

When they heard that the death rate of the third trial was extremely high, they automatically gave up.

It was better to be an ordinary demon sect disciple than to lose their lives.

Those who could participate in the third trial were all people who had made preparations.

Some of them were natives who had lived around the Hundred Thousand Mountains since they were young and had rich survival experience in the wild.

Some of them were spies sent by various large sects.

They had already learned a lesson from the faces that had disappeared forever. They knew that they had fallen into the demon sect’s scheme and would never be able to go back.

Their own demonic aura was a symbol of lies in the eyes of the righteous path.

No matter how they explained, the other party would not believe a single punctuation mark.

It was precisely because they were from the righteous path that they had a clearer understanding of the fate of this person who did not believe in evil and went back to inform the others.

They were one of them in the past.