Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely-Chapter 300 - 164: The World in the Mirror, Immortal_3

Below the bamboo building, the crowd was bustling, with faint noises still audible.

The moment Yuwen Hu finished speaking, the scene froze.

Everyone looked up with mouths agape, and a deathly silence enveloped the area around the bamboo building.

Many had already seen the sorry state in which He Yuanhun returned, so when Yuwen Hu spoke, it confirmed what everyone suspected—it wasn’t baseless.

The problem is, suspecting and confirming are two entirely different things.

Even Yuwen Dao’s pupils were trembling uncontrollably at the moment.

He could, of course, be certain of tonight’s crushing defeat.

Yet, he could only assume that He Meng, He Gang, and the others were likely left in the Great Xia.

But just now, what did Yuwen Hu say?

He Gang, He Meng, and 271 from the Earth-digging Realm all perished.

Before Yuwen Dao could process his shock, the crowd below began to roar in anger one after another.

"Defeated, the Great Xia slaughtered all our people!"

"Over two hundred Earth-digging Realm fighters, all dead."

"Are those from the Great Xia coming to kill us next?"

"Second Leader, just tell us if the people from the Great Xia Camp are about to attack. If so, we should get ready early and fight back."

"Even the Leader couldn’t stop them, how can we fight them?"

"The Great Xia killed so many of us, should we surrender?"

"Second Leader, first tell us, how’s the Leader?"

...

Hearing the crowd’s roar, seeing the agitation around, Yuwen Dao lowered his eyes, the expression on his face growing dark.

Upon hearing about so many deaths, the crowd’s first reaction wasn’t sorrow.

It was anger.

Still, this wasn’t the strangest part!

He Yuanhun was so severely injured, and nearly all the high-level fighters in the camp were wiped out. Anyone with normal sense would conclude that the Great Xia is very powerful.

In such a situation, even if not sorrowful, at least some fear should be felt.

No fear, no sorrow.

Yuwen Dao even noticed that among the crowd, the families of those 271 Earth-digging Realm fighters showed nothing but anger, not a trace of sadness.

Such a reaction was clearly extremely abnormal.

Not just Yuwen Dao, but Hong Guang standing beside him and some other veterans from the Yuanzhou Camp noticed it too.

Unfortunately, all these individuals added up to merely four or five hundred, truly insignificant compared to the two or three thousand gathered outside the bamboo building.

But because Yuwen Dao and over forty others were the last remaining batch of Earth-digging Realm fighters in the camp, they were positioned very close to the bamboo building.

"He Gang, He Meng, 271 from the Earth-digging Realm all dead. Do you think, with just us, we have the qualifications to recklessly fight against the Great Xia?"

After posing this question, Yuwen Hu glanced around the crowd, a flash of resolve in his eyes, and continued:

"There is only one way now, and that is to help the Leader regain his strength. Only then do we have a slim chance to survive."

"Second Leader, please speak directly, how should we help the Leader?"

"If the Leader can recover, I’m willing to give up my life."

"Indeed, everything I have today I’ve received thanks to the Leader. Whatever it takes to help him recover, I’ll do it."

...

One after another, the crowd fervently shouted, all pledging their loyalty.

A scene that should have been moving instead made Yuwen Dao’s skin crawl.

He could tell from their tone that they were genuinely willing to do anything for He Yuanhun, including sacrificing their lives.

Emotions reaching this point were actually still acceptable.

As the camp’s leader, He Yuanhun held a high place in their hearts with considerable authority, so people willing to lay down their lives for him wasn’t surprising.

But the issue was, there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation or fear in their tone.

This was the eeriest thing in Yuwen Dao’s eyes at that moment.

Regardless of loyalty, one cannot defy bodily instincts; the necessary emotions will inevitably manifest.

Just now, when the crowd heard of He Yuanhun’s defeat tonight, with everyone dead, there was not a hint of fear or sorrow, only anger. Yuwen Dao already sensed something was off.

Now, witnessing this scene, Yuwen Dao was almost certain in his heart.

The people who’ve worshipped the Mirror Immortal, they all have massive problems.

And these problems are likely to erupt soon.

"Alright, I’ll speak clearly then..."

Yuwen Hu drew his massive broadsword, pointing it to the sky, and spoke with fervor:

"The mirror world promised by the Leader has already opened up to us. Abandon your physical body, and by letting your soul enter it, you can achieve eternal peace.

No Cold Beast, no Deceitful Monster, no frost and snow, no endless slaughter and relentless battles—that is a new world that’s a thousand times better than the Ice Abyss.

Food in abundance, clothes in plenty, endless warmth, everything one can desire... "

As Yuwen Hu spoke, he even aligned the broadsword against his own neck.

His voice was low yet carried a profound reverence, and upon hearing the description of the mirror world, everyone present below had an intense longing in their eyes.

"As long as we all go to the mirror world, we can help the Leader quickly regain his strength, and after he deals with the Great Xia Camp, he can revive us anytime in the Ice Abyss, freely traveling between the realms."

Towards the end of his speech, Yuwen Hu’s veins bulged on his face, and he abruptly looked upwards, with both pupils suddenly turning silver.

Shh...

Then, he actually used the broadsword to slice across his own neck.

"Father..."

"Second Leader..."

Yuwen Dao was utterly terrified, yet he only uttered a single word before realizing something, and he immediately restrained his emotions by gritting his teeth, even motioning for the other uncles beside him to stay calm.

Though his eyes were slightly reddened, Yuwen Dao quickly turned around to glance at the others.

What he saw left him momentarily stunned.

Below the bamboo building, everyone was craning their necks, gazing at the sky.

Their expressions were serene and peaceful, with faint smiles on their lips, as if seeing something incredibly beautiful up there.

"Mirror world, eternal life!"

Someone not far away uttered these eight words softly, and just like Yuwen Hu, pulled out a weapon and slit their own throat.

"Mirror world, eternal life!"

The second...

"Mirror world, eternal life!"

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

As Yuwen Dao withdrew his gaze from the empty sky, a hundred to two hundred people had already fallen below the bamboo building, and the pace of people collapsing was accelerating.

This bizarre and horrific scene unfolded so quickly, leaving him, Hong Guang, and the others with no time to react.

"Wake up, wake up, all of you, wake up!"

"Go quickly and wake them up; don’t let them continue dying, hurry!"

"Uncle Hong, you guys, split up to awaken the others, quickly, the rest of you inform the ordinary people in the camp, tell them to run, all of them, don’t come near the bamboo building, go, go!"

Yuwen Dao shouted several times, and realizing he couldn’t wake the others, he immediately ordered the still-dazed Hong Guang and others, then started kicking those still in a stupor, trying to rouse them.