Nine Yin Gully was a broad mountain hollow, shaped like a gigantic blue-gray gourd clamped between surrounding peaks. At its entrance, two jagged stone peaks crossed like fangs, covered in sharp rocky spikes.
Further inside.
The cliff walls gradually became blanketed in densely packed bronze hanging coffins. Every coffin was suspended in midair by chains as thick as wrists, their surfaces giving off a ghostly green gleam, with ancient and sinister patterns faintly visible upon them.
The stench of decayed bronze mingled with the reek of rotting corpses, filling the entire gully. As the mountain wind blew, the chains on countless hanging coffins rasped with piercing shrieks, like the wails of innumerable vengeful souls, making one's scalp prickle.
A figure stood at the entrance with a sword in hand. After glancing around, he walked straight inside.
The figure wore black clothes and a black mask, along with a bamboo hat upon his head. He was covered from head to toe so tightly that, apart from appearing exceedingly lean, not a single distinguishing feature could be seen.
Even the hands gripping his sword were covered in leather gloves. Not the slightest trace of his appearance was exposed.
Celestial Pivot Peak lay beyond Nine Yin Gully.
It could be said that, aside from flying through the air, the only route to Celestial Pivot Peak was through Nine Yin Gully.
No matter the era, it was generally considered a rule not to fly over another sect's territory. Back then, Celestial Mystery Pavilion, renowned far and wide, had stood atop Celestial Pivot Peak.
Celestial Mystery Pavilion excelled most at mechanisms, maze arrays, corpse puppets, and astral arts. Anyone who dared barge in through the air would invariably be blasted into a sieve by its endless methods of defending the sect.
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