The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 349 - 339: Bewitching Abyss!

Qin Fan had taken a leave of absence!

This came as no surprise to the vast majority of people. After all, given Qin Fan's privileges, it was perfectly normal for him to want to skip military training.

But Yao Jianjia was not among them.

When she learned on the training grounds that Qin Fan had taken leave and left campus, an inexplicable panic seized her heart. It feels as though something bad is about to happen. Just yesterday, Old Miao the Third left. And today, Qin Fan is hot on his heels? What's more, how did Qin Fan even know Old Miao the Third's name? Everything seemed tinged with an unusual air, but Yao Jianjia couldn't pinpoint what it was. All she could feel was a baseless, nervous panic, as if it were foreshadowing something terrible.

「Chuanshu Airport.」

The earliest flight from Jiangzhou to Chuanshu slowly touched down.

With his hands in his pockets, Qin Fan was traveling light. After leaving the airport, he bought a map. Relying on his Divine Sense, he began to zero in on the location, narrowing the search inch by inch.

A minute later, he hailed a cab.

"Wawu Mountain, thanks!"

"Wawu Mountain, young man? That's an intercity trip! Are you sure?" the driver asked, surprised to see someone so young heading to Wawu Mountain alone this early in the morning.

"Yes, I'm sure," Qin Fan replied with a faint smile. He leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes, and pulled out a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills, placing it beside him.

Seeing the cash, the driver smacked his lips and said no more, quickly stepping on the accelerator.

After more than two hours of high-speed driving, the taxi came to a steady stop on the outskirts of Wawu Mountain.

As if sensing it, Qin Fan's eyes snapped open the moment the driver turned to call him. "This should be more than enough. Keep the rest as the fare."

With that, Qin Fan pushed the door open and stepped out. The driver stared at the stack of cash—no less than three thousand yuan. He then watched Qin Fan's carefree figure walk away in the rearview mirror, hands thrust in his pockets, and was left completely dumbfounded.

Since it was still early, Wawu Mountain was practically deserted. After buying a ticket, Qin Fan ignored the surrounding scenery completely. He followed the pull of his Divine Sense and ventured deeper.

"Hey, hey, hey! You, stop right there! You can't go any further!" a panicked shout rang out after Qin Fan had been walking briskly for some time.

Several men in security uniforms ran over.

"What's wrong?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.

"Holy crap! Buddy, haven't you ever heard of the Bewitching Pit?" one of the guards exclaimed in shock.

"The Bewitching Pit?" Qin Fan was genuinely confused. In his previous thirty years of life, he had never once heard of such a place.

"Ever heard of the Bermuda Triangle?" another guard chimed in. "The Bewitching Pit in there is known as the Land Bermuda! Going in is a death sentence! Once you're in, you can't get out! Didn't you see the 'Restricted Area' sign? You're a young guy. Are you trying to get yourself killed? Go on, get back!"

"Oh, so that's what it is. Alright, thanks for the warning!" Qin Fan feigned a look of lingering fear and, after thanking them, turned to leave.

"Damn! Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda! Fellas, looks like we've earned some good karma again, eh?" one of the guards said with a sigh of relief as he watched Qin Fan's hasty retreat.

Hearing their voices behind him, Qin Fan couldn't help but let a mischievous smirk play on his lips. He was also becoming intrigued by Medicine Valley's methods. The Land Bermuda? Is this their way of keeping the outside world from finding any trace of Medicine Valley? As for the Bewitching Pit and the tales of no return… Knowing that Medicine Valley was inside, Qin Fan no longer had any doubts. After all, where there are Spirit Grasses, there are poisonous weeds. Where there is Spiritual Energy, there is miasma. Combined with the barriers set up by Medicine Valley, it was perfectly normal for any ordinary person who trespassed to meet a tragic end.

Once the security guards had turned away and were no longer watching him, Qin Fan spun around. His figure shot forward like a meteor, vanishing in a flash.

The guards only felt a gust of wind whip past them from behind. They spun around abruptly but saw nothing at all.

WHOOSH!

In that instant, a cold sweat broke out on all of them.

"Hey man, was that… was that some kind of ghost that just ran past us?" one guard stammered.

"Crap! You idiot, would a ghost dare to come out in broad daylight? Stop scaring yourself, you damn fool! That was just the wind, the morning breeze!" another, bolder guard said, trying to sound brave. Despite his words, he couldn't stop himself from glancing nervously toward the Bewitching Pit. They say this place is filled with countless resentful spirits. Did one of them just slip out?

While the guards were muttering silent prayers, Qin Fan had already passed the so-called restricted barrier and officially entered the domain of the Bewitching Pit.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but dense, heavy fog. The silent, oppressive atmosphere was chilling to the bone. Ancient trees stood motionless in the mist, not a single leaf stirring. The strange grasses underfoot emitted an extremely pungent odor.

There were no buzzing insects, no chirping birds. The feeling was even more unnerving than a mass grave.

"Forget being bewitched. An ordinary person would probably die of fright the moment they stepped in here," Qin Fan chuckled, standing his ground with a smirk.

With that, he took a step forward.

The moment his foot landed, however, the strange grasses beneath it began to sizzle. Fine droplets of juice appeared on the leaves' surfaces, only to vanish an instant later like an ephemeral bloom. At the same time, the surrounding fog grew even thicker.

Paying no mind to this spectacle, Qin Fan continued on his way without pause, guided by his Divine Sense.

Oh-ho? There's an Array too? A Qi Formation powered by these poisonous plants? Interesting! After walking for several minutes, Qin Fan stopped and chuckled in amusement.

He then pulled a True Fire Talisman from his pocket and tossed it into the poisonous plants before him.

Spurred on by the miasma, the True Fire Talisman ignited the moment it hit the ground.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, as the True Fire roared to life, the poisonous plants on both sides of Qin Fan transformed into twin Fire Dragons, stretching far ahead of him. Under the roar of the True Fire, the fog overhead began to rapidly dissipate.

Flanked by a raging sea of fire, Qin Fan walked straight down the path that had been cleared. Above him, the fog vanished inch by inch. Standing between the two Fire Dragons with his hands in his pockets, his lips were curled into a slight smile. If someone had been there to snap a high-definition photo of his leisurely stroll, the image alone would have been enough to dominate the world of stock photography.

After extending for three kilometers, the advancing Fire Dragons began to slow. By the time Qin Fan reached their end, they had extinguished completely.

However, the scene before him was a world apart from the one behind him.

One side was a place more sinister than a mass grave, shrouded in poisonous mist and thick with Death Qi.

The other was a verdant paradise, vibrant with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Who could have imagined that the Bewitching Pit, a place that had terrified people for decades, had such a side to it?

Who could have thought that heaven and hell could be so seamlessly connected?