Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting

At the sight of this, Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged.

Unlike the incomplete formations and ruined guards he'd encountered earlier, the restrictions here were exceptionally well preserved.

This must once have been a trial ground for a foreign race.

He had already searched nearly every other part of the ancient ruins, but had found nothing of value.

The only treasure that might satisfy the requirements of the True Inheritance mission was most likely inside this palace.

With that thought, Pei Ling attacked again.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Saber qi surged wildly, vast as the ocean, surging and swallowing all before it.

Amid the sound of blades slicing through flesh and bone, Pei Ling quickly dispatched the ten foreign races at the late Core Formation stage.

Then, movement stirred once more inside the black well.

This time, only one foreign race emerged.

Her figure was graceful and willowy. She leaped out of the black well with nimble, effortless elegance.

She lifted her head, revealing a face as lovely as the moon and flowers. Her thick hair, like seaweed, fell to her knees, and she wore a robe of soft, gauzy merfolk silk. A tender, graceful charm swept over him.

The moment she appeared, her exceptional beauty seemed to brighten even the dim hall.

Fresh, moist air also drifted gently through the chamber.

Were it not for the fine scales behind her ears, her foreign-race origins would have been almost impossible to detect.

A merfolk.

Her aura was at the early Nascent Soul stage!

Pei Ling's expression turned grave. Before she could make a move, flames sprang up in his eyes, and countless tiny runes rose and interwove. He had taken the initiative and cast [Eternal Curse Divine Ability].

The merfolk's light movements immediately slowed. Her aura plummeted, yet her cultivation remained at