Never trust treasure that falls from the sky.
For no reason at all, Bai Yujun suddenly felt afraid of that tower-shaped treasure...
The pagoda artifact trapped in the middle by the cultivators' methods quietly radiated seven-colored light. The pagoda was exquisitely crafted, with delicate little bells hanging from the eight corners of every level. Those impossibly tiny bells swayed faintly, releasing waves of decadent sound. The sound was weak, somewhat like sound waves, and the cultivators could not perceive it.
At the mountaintop, Bai Yujun jolted violently and stared at the pagoda when those sound waves reached her!
"Peak Master... I heard a terrifying sound..."
Yu Rong looked at Bai Yujun.
"What kind of sound?"
"It's coming from that treasure. It's very, very faint, but hearing it makes me feel terribly irritated."
Bai Yujun fidgeted uneasily. It was as if a voice kept whispering in her ear, telling her not to restrain herself, to let loose and slaughter as she pleased, to raise a feast of blood. That voice grew stronger and stronger, and Bai Yujun was terrified.
Yu Rong turned her head and saw that Bai Yujun's eyes had already reverted to reptilian vertical pupils, while two fangs protruded from the corners of her mouth...
"Focus your mind and gather your qi."
"Guard the Spiritual Platform, embrace the origin and preserve the void."
Lights flashed in succession as Yu Rong helped Bai Yujun expel the negative influences invading her mind.
Qi Yun led Gan Wu back to the mountaintop.
"Demonic Sound flooding the ears. That isn't a Dharma treasure—it's a demonic artifact! This is bad..."
Turning to look toward the basin plaza, they saw Dharma treasures blasting wildly, flying swords darting everywhere, and blood splattering in all directions. Cultivators attacked their former enemies as if they had gone mad.