My Summons Are All Gods

By now, a group of people had already entered the ghost swamp.

Brenda's statement about the ghost swamp was not wrong. The Ghost Swamp was indeed the safest because it would not be affected by the fog or any other creatures.

It was not a big threat. As long as they did not enter the dangerous area, there would basically not be any problems.

Of course, this did not mean that the ghost swamp was easy to pass through.

On the contrary, the ghost swamp was filled with swamps as far as the eye could see. In addition, there was a strange fog that surrounded it in midair, making it impossible for one to ascend to the sky to spy on it.

Therefore, it was extremely easy for one to lose their direction.

As for leaving a mark or something like that, there was no need to mention it. Due to the uniqueness of the swamp, normal marks would sink into the swamp. On top of that, the surroundings were filled with corrosive fog.

Ordinary marks could not be left behind at all.

This was also why few trial-takers came to the ghost swamp even though it was the least dangerous place.

After their research, the herbs were dried and ground into powder. Due to the special nature of the herb, the herbs did not sink to the bottom of the swamp. Furthermore, the creatures below the swamp did not seem to be interested in the powder.

The powder could also not be seen with the naked eye. Even a peak-type 3 Divine King who was not familiar with the herbs would not be able to discover the powder.

Only those had studied the herbs would be able to discover the uniqueness of the herbs and make use of them.

This was also the reason why they had always chosen this ghost swamp. However, when they were about to find the exit of this ghost swamp the last time, something unexpected happened when they passed through this swamp.

He should have thought that no matter how low the danger of this ghost swamp was, it was still a maze on the second floor of the endless tower. How could they pass through it so easily?

As expected, when they approached the exit, they fell into the biggest crisis since they entered the ghost swamp. A group of people was almost wiped out. Even his loved ones were seriously injured and unconscious.

Moreover, they hadn't woken up until now. He thought of countless methods, but they were all useless.

As time went by, his wife became more and more haggard. Her life was on the line. If he couldn't find any way to cure her after entering the ghost swamp this time, his wife would be hopeless.

Initially, he thought that once his strength reached the godly monarch realm, he would not die of old age, and would be able to transcend life.

But now that he thought about it, that kind of thinking back then was simply ridiculous.

The dangers in the Empire era and the training ground were not comparable at all.

Just like the spiritual energy in the Empire era was completely useless for the godly monarch's cultivation, there naturally would not be any creatures or monsters that could threaten the godly monarch realm.

However, the training ground was different. The spiritual energy here could increase the god King's strength, so the creatures that grew out of the the energy would pose a great danger to the Divine King.

His wife was only scratched by a strange vine, and the poison instantly entered her body.

The Divine King was poisoned? This was something that even the empire didn't dare to imagine. It was everywhere in the training field.

Even the dense fog in the swamp could affect people at the god King Realm. Bulada knew that above the fog, there was a layer of colorful fog floating higher up in the swamp.

That kind of thing was much more dangerous than the gray fog. If the gray fog's effect wasn't the strong corrosive effect that could even corrode divine power, then the colorful fog above the fog was tens of times more toxic.

He had personally witnessed one of his subordinates, who was at the peak of the Type 3 Divine King Realm, trying to fly up into the sky to check the direction of the swamp. In the end, he was instantly enveloped by the colorful fog, and in less than a second. Instantly, his subordinate was reduced to pieces.

It was as though he had been dissolved by the mist without a sound or a cry for help.

Furthermore, Bulada had discovered something even more terrifying. That time, when his subordinates had forcefully broken through the gray mist and ascended to the skies to check the situation, there were still living beings moving about in the multi-colored mist.

To be able to poison a Tier 3 divine king to death in an instant, how terrifying must the living beings in the fog be.

From then on, no matter how disgusting the ghost swamp was, he had never thought of checking out the direction of the swamp from the sky.

He knew that a few hundred meters above his head, other than the poisonous fog, there was also a terrifying living being.

Miasma! This was what Bulada called the gray fog!

As for the colorful fog above the gray fog, Bulada named it the seven-colored miasma.

As Brada went deeper and deeper, the bubbles in the surrounding swamp became denser and denser. One by one, the bubbles grew larger and larger, and when they reached their limits, they burst open. A light gray gas then slowly rose into the air.

It merged with the layers of miasma in the air.

Bulada stopped and raised his head to look at the thick layer of miasma above his head. What entered his eyes was a hazy gray, and he could not see any other colors. Logically speaking, the seven-colored miasma should be so bright.

With the degree of the gray fog, there was no way to block it. From below, one should be able to see the seven-colored miasma. However, the reality was so cruel. There was not a single trace of the existence of the seven-colored miasma below.

One could even see the distant sky through the gray fog. The moment someone thought that the fog was weak and wanted to break through, they would be surrounded by the seven-colored miasma and die instantly.

Even if one was a Tier 3 Divine King, Bulada felt that even a Tier 4 Divine King would die if they were to face the seven-colored miasma and the living beings within it.

This was also the reason why he did not care if Jerry and the others discovered his secret. Even if they did, he was the only one who knew the most about the ghost swamp.