A stream of golden light, carrying the immense force of the Hunyuan Force, slammed into the mysterious vortex like a thunderbolt cleaving the firmament. Hu Yuan was instantly assailed by a piercing chill—not a superficial cold on his skin, but an agonizing freeze that penetrated deep into his very soul.
The scene inside the Hunyuan Cauldron was like a bizarre painting that subverted the Heavenly Dao, causing Hu Yuan's pupils to constrict violently. The inverted dome of heaven resembled a gigantic cauldron turned upside down, across which ghost-blue meteors dragged long, trailing tails. Wherever a meteor fell, a river of blood boiled and churned up waves a thousand feet high. From the depths of the vortex came weeping sounds as if from the netherworld, as though myriad wronged souls were sinking there in eternal damnation. His breath was choked by the thick stench of blood, his nasal passages stung, and everything within his field of vision was dyed a dark, saturated red.
An altar was suspended at the heart of the cauldron, drifting like a lone leaf of a boat in the bloody vortex. At a single glance, Hu Yuan spotted a woman. Her figure was so ethereal as to be nearly transparent, pinned by nine pitch-black chains driven through her shoulder blades into the Xuanwu pillar at the center of the altar. The surfaces of those chains were covered in writhing soul-devouring vines; the tips of the vines opened dense clusters of suckers, pulling the light of her soul away thread by thr…
Chapter 340