Chapter 69

Not long after the Buddha Son stepped into the Ancient Pagoda, Ye Weiyi also silently flashed inside. Inside the Ancient Pagoda, demonic qi was pervasive, resembling a swamp shrouded in darkness—viscous and terrifying. This demonic qi seemed to have a life of its own; it surged and swirled frantically in the air, forming twisted black whirlpools that devoured everything around them. Every churn of the demonic qi was accompanied by a low roar, as if countless demon beasts were muttering and roaring, making one's hair stand on end. The first batch of cultivators to enter had already completely perished. Their corpses were scattered across every corner of the Ancient Pagoda; some had been eroded by demonic qi until only bare bones remained, while others were tightly entangled by black vines formed from condensed demonic qi, their faces contorted in agony. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and the foul stench of demonic qi, utterly nauseating.