Dozens of cultivators were bound by iron chains on both sides of the stone chamber. There were angels, and there were demons. Their eyes were crimson, the sinister aura around them thick to the extreme, while the presence of the Spirit Devouring Gu inside their bodies had almost completely covered up their own auras.
These cultivators did not move at all. Only faint growls came from their throats, their limbs stiff. Clearly, they had already lost their minds and been reduced to puppets of the Gu Worms.
The gray-robed demon walked to the clay jars and poured the Spirit Turbid Liquid in his hand into the other jars. Then he formed seals with both hands, muttering incantations under his breath.
Following his spell, the Spirit Devouring Gu inside the clay jars surged wildly, crawling along the iron chains toward the bound cultivators and burrowing into their bodies.
Those cultivators let out agonized roars, their bodies convulsing violently. The sinister aura around them grew even denser, and the scarlet in the depths of their eyes became even more piercing, yet they still could not break free from the iron chains.
Lin Taichu's heart sank. He had finally found the cultivators whose minds had been completely occupied by the Gu Worms.
These cultivators had clearly been deliberately imprisoned here as hosts for the Spirit Devouring Gu, constantly nourishing the Gu Worms, while the Gu Worms in turn enhanced their strength. In the end, their minds would be utterly devoured, and they would become puppets with no consciousness of their own.
He continued observing and discovered that every so often, the gray-robed demon would pour Spirit Turbid Liquid into the clay jars to nourish the Spirit Devouring Gu, while also checking the condition of those puppet cultivators.
Whenever the aura of the Gu