Among these countless beast bones were also scattered the remains of humans. A chill shot from Lu Xiaotian's tailbone straight to his head.
This bizarre tide of butterflies had been built atop the piled-up bodies of countless living beings. He could only imagine how much effort this so-called Devil Lord had spent cultivating it—and what a monstrous massacre she had committed.
Lu Xiaotian was shaken, and Ban Qianzhi, who had only just arrived, nearly turned and fled. Had he not understood the situation, he might well have done so.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, please come into the city for a chat." The familiar voice drifted from deep within the winding staircase of white bones, dark and distant.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, please!" The several-zhang-tall demon butterflies retreated to their original positions, paying no attention to Lu Xiaotian and his party. The Charming Shadow Scorpion King made a gesture of invitation.
Lu Xiaotian lifted a foot, and his figure floated up onto the staircase of white bones.
The moment he touched the steps, Lu Xiaotian felt a vast, chaotic aura of resentment rising from them. An immense pressure weighed on him like a thousand catties; on this staircase, he could barely fly on his sword as he usually did.
The immense resentment seemed to fill his ears with the ceaseless din of countless vengeful spirits who had died terrible deaths. It was as though they meant to drag his soul out and merge it into their ranks.
Even Lu Xiaotian's state of mind could not help but grow restless beneath the din. No wonder the Charming Shadow Scorpion King had retreated in alarm when the staircase of white bones appeared.
The Buddhist light inside Lu Xiaotian's Demon-Suppressing Tower flickered faintly, and only then did it suppress the agitation. He felt much better.
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