A beautiful young woman.
As the latch on one side of the sealed jar came loose, an immense aura of blood-and-flesh essence spread out, almost instantly grinding the nearly formed pillars of flesh and blood into scraps.
Lan Jiuji could see nothing else. His gaze locked onto the tiny lump of flesh, which resembled a mutated cell—even the pillar of flesh and blood seemed to radiate an instinctive yearning.
"Good, good, good!" Lan Jiuji laughed madly. "Give it to me, give it to me!"
He reached out to snatch it. As a giant demon who had once been thrown into the Eighteenth Level of Heavenly Prison, hand it over was practically instinct.
And in fact, Lan Jiuji easily seized the jar. He eagerly undid the latch on the other side as well... and the originally calm jar instantly erupted with a dark-red, bloody aura!
The aura was so powerful that it shot straight into the sky.
It was not merely a nauseating, bloody stench. A terror that made one feel as though they had fallen into an icy cellar followed close behind... like the sensation of swallowing a thousand-year-old poisonous mushroom.
Outside the main formation point, the students of the academies seemed to see countless tiny figures, like ants, crawling over their bodies... As they walked, the little figures suddenly extended masses of wet, sticky tentacles, burrowing into their bodies and horribly contaminating their minds.
One student after another became dazed and vacant. They collapsed to the ground, sometimes giggling foolishly, sometimes clutching their heads and trembling.
"This mass of flesh..." Lan Jiuji's soul shook violently as well.
But Old Demon had endured for so many years in the irrelevant environment of the Eighteenth Level of Heavenly Prison. He endured this terror too.
He grew even more excited, yet he