Trapped in the Wall

Inside the wall.

Gu Qingshan waited for the wind to ease a little, then swung the True Crimson Demon Spear and blasted through the wall.

He leaped out and raced forward with all his might along the seemingly endless dark passage.

When there was no wind, the dark passage was utterly silent, and time passed just as soundlessly.

One breath,

two breaths,

Three Breaths,

At last, the wind began to rise again.

He was already very far from the entrance to the dark passage. The moment the wind began to blow, it immediately turned violent.

With no other choice, Gu Qingshan blasted through the wall again and burrowed inside.

The gale raged.

The wind here far exceeded anything a person could imagine.

It was like a tide powerful enough to sway a person's fate—vast, heavy, and impossible to resist.

At one point, Gu Qingshan even felt that the wind was a single, complete higher life-form.

"Father..."

"No!"

From deep within the distant passage came a faint sob, followed by a desperate plea.

Suddenly, an enraged roar rang out. "Don't blame me! I had no choice!"

It was the voice of the Lord of Twisting All Things.

Before Gu Qingshan could make out the words, the gale immediately drowned out the voice, burying it beneath an endless howl.

It seemed as if a long time passed.

At last, the wind died down.

Gu Qingshan immediately blasted through the wall and raced forward again.

After running for seven or eight breaths,

he saw two small skeletons.

The evil will from an unknown spacetime had not yet completely faded from the bones. Gu Qingshan could still sense traces of a super-life's descent during the sacrifice—something beyond the realm of cognition.

The two skeletons knelt silently on the ground, their heads bowed, as