Chapter 101: Piles of Bleached Bones

When Chen Bo regained consciousness, his entire body ached as if all his internal organs had been displaced.

“Cough, cough! Damn it! This pit is insanely deep! I almost died from the fall,” Chen Bo muttered as he slowly stood up. To his surprise, despite some soreness, not a single bone was broken.

This didn’t make much sense. Although his physique far surpassed that of an ordinary person, the pit he fell into was at least a hundred meters deep. Falling from such a height should have flattened him into a mere slab of meat given his current cultivation level.

His flashlight had long since fallen — wait, why was it completely unharmed?

Chen Bo picked up his flashlight from the ground and noticed that aside from some superficial damage, it was intact. He switched it on, and a beam of bright white light shot out. But after a brief flicker, it went completely dark. The internal components must have been damaged, but that was no problem—he had plenty more of these.

He retrieved another flashlight from his system space. This one was designed to be worn on the head, similar to the lamps miners use, except his didn’t have a helmet attached.

He recalled his childhood in the countryside, where he often used such lamps to catch field frogs.

Though called “field frogs,” they had nothing to do with roosters, hens, Kentucky Fried Chicken, or veteran drivers. They were essentially oversized frogs.

Field frog meat was delicious, and though they were supposedly a nationally protected species, in rural areas, they were a staple on people’s menus. During summer, they were so plentiful that a casual stroll through the fields could yield several.

Curiously, at night, shining a strong light on these frogs would freeze them in place, making them easy to catch.

Chen Bo put on the lamp and switched it on, shining it upwards. Suddenly, a fist-sized stone fell from above. He quickly dodged aside. Being hit by a rock falling from over a hundred meters was no joke—it could be fatal.

What shocked him even more was what happened next: just before hitting the ground, the stone was suspended by an invisible, mysterious energy, slowing its descent significantly. Still, it landed with a thud. Thanks to this unknown energy, the stone only cracked slightly instead of shattering.

“What on earth is going on?” Chen Bo was stunned. Then he looked down and saw a massive pattern engraved on the ground, filled with bizarre inscriptions.

Suddenly, it all clicked. He recognized it as a formation! Though he didn’t know its exact purpose or name, it was definitely not the kind of deadly array described in novels—otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived.

The space around him was vast; the light from his headlamp couldn’t reach its end. In such an open area, a flashlight wasn’t ideal for illumination, so Chen Bo took out a light stick from his system space.

It looked like a torch, about fifty centimeters long, with a handle on one end and a light source on the other. Now, the food within twenty or thirty meters was clearly visible.

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