He did not understand.
Gu Zheng Shun had said the Underground Palace was a trap laid by a Core Formation Demonic Cultivator, meant for Body Seizure Rebirth, and that it had not been more than eight hundred years.
But the Nascent Soul Inheritance in his hands, the Grand Yin Nether Eye, could not be fake. He had already swallowed those glaring benefits whole—how could it possibly have been a trap? Some other variable must have arisen.
From the look of it, they were not planning to develop it a second time.
After all, their gains from the first entry had been too meager, utterly unworthy of the foundations of an Ancient Sect ruin. Only Liu Jin Xian had obtained a second-tier Seal Magical Artifact.
The income did not cover the expenditure, and they had not invested too much cost in the first place. Add to that too many deaths, and naturally no thought of a second development could arise. There was no fat to skim.
Since that was the case, Wang Yu had nothing more to say.
He only decided in secret that, in the future, once his cultivation had achieved some success, he would go there alone. That stone stele covered in Blood Talisman Script definitely had other secrets.
Just like that, three months later.
Nine magnificent, twisted Spiral Peaks entered his sight. After five long years, he had finally returned to the mountain gate of the Inverse Spirit Blood Sect. Dense Spirit Qi rushed toward him head-on.
It made the heart open and the spirit soar, inevitably drawing a few words of praise for this Immortal Blessed Land. Yet the figures streaking through the sky overhead were each more sinister than the last—blood light, white bones, Paper Figures, Flying Coffins, evil swords...
Beneath the beautiful mountains and waters