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According to the information provided by Xu Ziran, the frequency of the singing in Hell\'s Garden at the beginning was relatively low. Although the specific intervals could not be determined, the overall trend was that the closer it was to the closing time of Hell\'s Garden, the higher the frequency of the singing, and the more dangerous it became within.

Therefore, although the number of warm color flowers had decreased, there was still a very large quantity that was mostly connected together.

As the ice boat continued to move, with the suction force from the ground gone, Wu Bingji\'s consumption was greatly reduced. When entering the area covered by a large number of warm color flowers, Gu Li once again used Time Acceleration, increasing the ice boat\'s speed even further.

Tang San did not join in the acceleration. As the core of the team, besides guiding the direction, it was more important to guard against risks that could arise at any moment. After all, in this mysterious Hell\'s Garden, no one knew what they might encounter.

Gradually, they moved away from the direction of the exit. The once-large pillar of light grew smaller as they moved further away, but it was still clearly visible.

The Crystal Egg did not provide any more guidance, only emitting a faint silver glow as it quietly sat in Tang San\'s hand.

Every two hours, Tang San would have his companions rest to maintain their optimal condition.

During the rest, he also went alone to the edge of the cold and warm color flower beds, releasing Misfortune Ripple again to determine the direction of its convergence.

He found that the further they went, the less area the warm color flowers covered, and the density of the Misfortune Ripples became greater. They didn\'t know how far it was to the center, but after nearly a day\'s journey, the warm color flowers had begun to show gaps they could not bridge.

When they encountered this situation, the ice boat had to break through forcefully. Relying on consumption, Tang San opened a path with Lion Tiger Golden Gang, quickly bursting through the range of cold-colored flowers to reach the next area of warm color flowers.

Wu Bingji and the other three finally realized how terrifying the area with cold-colored flowers was. The scariest part was not the attacks, which were at most equivalent to those initiated by Sixth or Seventh Stage Spirit Monsters, but the Devouring force everywhere, which caused their consumption to increase significantly. If they hadn\'t bought a good number of heavenly materials and earth treasures to replenish their Life Force and bloodline power before entering, they would have hardly been able to carry on.

Their speed of advancement also slowed due to facing the attacks of the cold-colored flowers.

When they crossed the third field of cold color flowers that they had to pass through, the second singing finally rang out.

Tang San tried to feel the change in the Misfortune Ripple; it had clearly become denser, and the warm color flowers continued to decrease.

Tang San frowned tightly; if things continued like this, even if they reached the center of the Misfortune Ripple, would they face attacks from cold color flowers all the way back? Even if it was just pure consumption, they couldn\'t afford it!

With hesitation in his heart, he subconsciously looked at the Crystal Egg in his hand.

"Go!" A strange thing happened, as if sensing the hesitation in his emotions, the Crystal Egg once again conveyed a thought.

Tang San\'s spiritual idea conveyed, "Can you ensure that we can also return safely?"

"Yes!" The response from the residue of thought was concise and to the point, but Tang San noticed that when the residue of thought sent these two ideas, it was evidently much weaker than before, as if it was dissipating.

Inside Hell\'s Garden, there was an invisible pressure. Tang San could feel that if divine consciousness were to appear here, it might pose a great risk.

Therefore, he also could not determine whether he could lead his companions out of this place alive if he gave it his all.

Especially if they were to continue further in.

Tang San transmitted his spiritual thoughts again, "We will continue moving forward, but if I feel that we won\'t have enough time or ability to return, we can only stop proceeding. Your Majesty, after all, we must survive."

The Crystal Egg gave no response this time, leaving it unclear whether it was too weak from damage, or if it had accepted what he said.

The Crystal Boat kept moving forward; Tang San himself was very keen to explore the mysteries of this unique space.

He had Cheng Zicheng go all out to accelerate, Wu Bingji to maintain the Ice Boat, and Gu Li\'s Time Acceleration to be fully activated to speed up their progress as much as possible.

While breaking through the areas of cold-colored flowers, Tang San released the Lion Tiger Golden Gang to a greater extent to protect his companions, reducing their consumption as much as possible. Although his own consumption increased, the regenerative nature of the Mysterious Heaven Method ensured he had ample recovery speed.

When the song sounded for the third time, the column of light representing the exit was only visible as a line in the distance. And now, nearly every kilometer they moved forward, they had to cross a hundreds of meters-wide flowerbed of cold-colored flowers. The journey was becoming increasingly difficult.

In this area, the Misfortune Ripple seemed to cover everything, the dense array making it nearly impossible to discern directions.

Tang San knew that they were probably getting closer to the center of the Misfortune Ripple.

After withstanding the third song, everyone rested on the spot and gradually recovered.

Cheng Zicheng asked Tang San, "Xiao Tang, which direction shall we head in next?"

Tang San raised his hand, pointing in one direction, "Over there…" As he finished these words, his voice suddenly paused.

"What\'s wrong?" Cheng Zicheng noticed something amiss.

Tang San lowered his hand, his eyes revealing hesitation.

The others also felt something was off and looked over. Wu Bingji said, "Is there something wrong? Tang San."

Furrowing his brows, Tang San said, "The direction is that way. But in that direction, I can\'t sense the presence of Warm Color Flowers."

Indeed, in his spiritual power sensing, the direction he was referring to was awash with cold, seemingly a boundless expanse of cold color. Moreover, the distance his spiritual power could probe was being greatly compressed.

"This…" For the first time, even Wu Bingji hesitated.

They had passed through the areas of cold-colored flowers time and time again, and so they profoundly feared that ubiquitous devouring sensation. If they were to venture into a boundless, footing-free expanse of cold-colored flowers, they would face endless attacks. Most importantly, they didn\'t know how long it would take to cross that area—or where the end would be.

"Big brother, you guys stay here, don\'t proceed any further. Just wait for me here," Tang San said decisively.

"What? How can that be? How can we let you risk going alone?" Wu Bingji immediately protested.

Tang San shook his head and said, "Big brother, this is the best choice. You know, I\'m a bit stronger, and since there\'s no footing of Warm Color Flowers, it means that if we go deeper, we won\'t have time to rest. I can last longer, and if it\'s just me, I can move faster. I will control my pacing according to the time I can endure. Once I feel that it\'s too much, I will immediately retreat. If all of us move together and someone runs out of energy, it will be even harder to break free while helping each other. It will be much easier on my own."

Wu Bingji wanted to say more, but Tang San quickly added, "Big brother, don\'t worry, I definitely won\'t be seeking death. I will return safely for sure. The song has already sounded three times; I predict I will return by the time the next song sounds."