With that in mind, Chen Qing headed down to the second underground level.
Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the second level, a wave of Killing Intent several times more frigid and sinister than that of the first level surged toward him almost tangibly. Thick black mist seemed to hang in the air, and the oppressive pressure abruptly intensified.
Chen Qing did not dare be careless. He fully circulated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body, and his Qi and Blood thundered through him. Dark golden light raced beneath his skin, emitting a low hum.
He could feel his Qi and Blood becoming increasingly condensed and surging under the stimulation and tempering of the Killing Intent. His cultivation progress was indeed much faster than it had been on the first level.
He adapted to the environment while observing his surroundings.
The second level had a layout similar to the first, also arranged in a ring with heavy stone-door cells. There simply seemed to be fewer of them.
"Hmm? Another bald donkey from the Chan Sect?"
"That aura is wrong... Is he that old bald donkey Qiku's disciple?"
"His Qi and Blood aren't weak, but his realm is low. What's he doing on the second level?"
At once, several different voices came from within the cells.
The beings imprisoned here for who knew how many years possessed terrifyingly keen senses.
"Who are you people?"
Chen Qing swept his gaze across the stone doors from which the voices had emerged and asked in a deep voice.
He truly was curious about how the prisoners on the second level differed from those on the first.
"Hmph. Why should we tell you?"
"Kid, that little routine of yours went out of fashion long ago! Trying to pry information out of us? Or are you