Chu Jiang and Snow Phoenix stepped into the Mysterious Yin Sect's most vital forbidden seclusion ground. The place was deathly quiet. Only a corpse sat atop the stone platform at its center.
Though the corpse was aged, it showed no sign of decay, clearly indicating that death had come only recently. The plaque hanging from its chest plainly revealed his identity—the Mysterious Yin Sect's previous sect master, Heavenly Yin Master.
"Master," icy blue light glimmered in Snow Phoenix's pupils as she conducted a meticulous scan and reached a conclusion.
"Based on the residual energy, physical condition, and environmental traces, this man likely suffered qi deviation and died from the backlash while forcibly attempting to break through to a higher realm. He has been dead for no more than three days."
Chu Jiang nodded slightly. He had originally assumed that this old fellow would be like those before him, emerging from seclusion at the sect's moment of crisis to turn the tide.
Who would have thought the man had kicked the bucket long ago? No wonder the Mysterious Yin Sect had been beaten so miserably—its greatest trump card had never appeared.
Villains did not necessarily play by the script.
He shifted his gaze from the corpse to the stone walls surrounding the forbidden ground.
The walls were densely carved with over a thousand little figures in different poses, each brimming with Dao Charm.
"Hmm? It seems to be... an advanced demonic cultivation art?" Chu Jiang's eyes lit up with interest.
As he focused on them, the motionless little figures on the wall seemed to come alive. Without him deliberately stirring his consciousness, countless figures began evolving on their own within his sea of consciousness. Their movements were profound and unfathomable, sketching out an abyss-deep true meaning of the demonic path.
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