This was [End of Dao Tilting Immortal]!
Crack!!
A crisp, chilling sound rang out, like a mirror shattering. Pei Ling instantly broke free of the spell pinning him in place, then brought his blade down.
Swish, swish, swish, swish...
Countless condensed streams of Blood Saber Qi, solid as matter, instantly slashed out in every direction into the darkness.
The densely packed streams of saber qi vanished into the darkness, rapidly swallowed and dissolved without a sound.
Pei Ling moved, already dashing out of the main hall. But just then...
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...
After a string of muffled impacts, countless bloody holes suddenly appeared all over Pei Ling's body, as though thousands upon thousands of sharp blades had pierced through him. The Blood Saber Qi, bloodthirsty, domineering, and savage, spread through his wounds, bringing with it a chaos beyond description.
It was the very saber qi he had just unleashed!
Pei Ling frowned. He didn't know whether this was a rule of the Ninth Post Station or the work of some Dao Integration Cultivator, but he couldn't afford to worry about that now!
As his thoughts turned, he paid no attention to his wounds. His speed did not lessen in the slightest as he continued fleeing toward the buildings behind him...
A dim, narrow corridor.
On either side stood rows of tightly shut doors. More than a hundred rooms stretched into the distance, all with weathered doors and windows, and not a sound within.
There were far more rooms here than in the previous eight Post Stations combined. At that moment, the place was silent, like a graveyard in the dead of night, devoid of all life and movement.
The many rooms here now carried the distinctive auras of the Nine Great Sects.
As soon as Pei Ling appeared,