Demonic Tiger

599 Demonic Tiger

The cave was dim and damp, filled with the rotting stench of mildew and the peculiar scent of demon beasts. Water droplets fell from the ceiling from time to time, making a "drip, drip" sound that echoed through the empty cavern. Moss and several unknown fungi covered the walls, and now and then, claw marks from demon beasts could be seen.

"Long, long ago, I followed my master and fought along the path to immortality. In the end, after a great battle, my physical body was utterly destroyed, leaving behind only this soul. My master arranged a grand formation to nourish my soul. After countless years, I finally attained the strength I possess today."

Zhang Mingshu had no idea how long he had been delving deeper when a strange voice suddenly rang out beside his ear. It was deep and powerful, carrying a faint air of having seen through the mortal world.

Zhang Mingshu walked carefully through the cave, doing his best not to make a sound with every step. His gaze swept across the cavern, searching for possible traps or hidden demon beasts.

The cave was dim, but his Life Book ability allowed him to see clearly even in such surroundings. However, he found nothing at all within the cave.

The story had to begin a long, long time ago.

"This place is practically overflowing with demonic energy." Zhang Mingshu muttered inwardly, but he did not stop walking.

Gradually, the aura of Ghost Spirits grew denser as well.

"The grand formation here has been affected by other great battles amid the changes of time and circumstance, and has suffered damage in many places. I lack the strength to repair it."

"You must be wondering where my powerful master went, right?"

It began answering its own question.