Several days later, the allied fleet had closed in on the outer star region of the Netherworld Dead Star. The sight before them made many cultivators visiting for the first time gasp sharply.
The void ahead seemed to have been splashed with thick ink and blood, taking on a suffocating dark crimson hue. An incomparably enormous planet floated at the center of their vision. It was not spherical, but rather like a rotting heart still beating slowly. Its surface was crisscrossed with ravines like twisted blood vessels, continuously seeping viscous dark-red energy that polluted everything around it. This was the Netherworld Dead Star.
The outskirts of the Dead Star were shrouded in a dark-red miasma ten thousand li thick, compressed from countless wailing vengeful souls. This was the dreaded Myriad Souls Miasma. Within it, countless Ghost Bone Ships darted about like piranhas, while enormous Demonic Starships lurked like dormant beasts, radiating chilling killing intent.
"What intense deathly resentment!" Ling Xiao Sword Master frowned deeply. Sword qi circulated around him of its own accord, shredding the traces of miasma attempting to corrode him. "The laws of this place have been completely distorted. Remaining here for too long may damage one's cultivation foundation."
Wonderful Sound Bodhisattva pressed her palms together, her face filled with compassion. "Amitabha. Countless living beings have suffered, and their resentment has condensed without dispersing, all because of the Demonic Cult's evil deeds. Though the Buddha is merciful, he must also display the wrathful gaze of Vajra to sweep away evil demons."
Xuan Nü calmly swept her gaze across the miasma and said to Li Wuyang, "Wuyang, lead a team of elites to probe ahead. Find the operating nodes and weak points of this Myriad Souls Miasma. Remember, reconnaissance is the priority. Do not get drawn into battle."
"Understood!"