Chen Shi and Wen Wuyu were small and nimble in build, and their speed was extremely fast. It was not long before they arrived beneath the mountain that split to the two sides.
The location where this mountain mass split was not at all regular. The terrain was rugged and winding, with intersecting precipitous cliffs that were extremely complex.
Beneath the Immortal Palace, wisps of rosy light drifted between the split mountain peaks, moving slightly with a very small amplitude.
Walking under the rosy light, Chen Shi suddenly came to a halt.
He saw a corpse lying ahead. The corpse should have been a Cang'er tribe ghost god; this race possessed human faces and rat ears, with small heads and large bodies, making them very easy to identify.
A wicker basket still hung from the belly of the Cang'er tribe ghost god, and inside the basket were three little yakshas, who had also turned into corpses at this moment.
The flesh and blood of the three little yakshas and the Cang'er tribe ghost god were frequently left with only half remaining. On the half of the body where the flesh and blood had vanished, there were only bones left, while all other organs completely disappeared without a trace, and no blood had flowed out either!
This manner of death was exactly identical to the death of the former Tianchi Kingdom Lord!
Clearly, it was only upon touching the rosy light that they underwent this bizarre transformation.
Could it be this kind of rosy light that killed Lord Xiang Fu?
Chen Shi looked toward the strands of cascading rosy light, attempting to discern some profound mystery within them, yet this marvelous radiance seemed devoid of any profundity whatsoever.
The brilliance was mesmerizing, causing one to involuntarily desire to touch it.
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