The abyss.
Gloomy, evil, dark, violent, cruel...
Ji Changfu stood in midair, with Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo following close behind.
These two true disciples of the Innate Religion had grown much stronger lately, and the auras around them had become far more powerful.
But at that moment, their expressions were grim.
As their cultivation improved, the whispers in their ears grew more and more severe...
Not far away, another "Original Immortal" lay gravely wounded and unable to rise, glaring at them with hatred.
Ji Changfu's expression did not waver. He calmly instructed, "Junior Sister Gui, go and drain him dry. Absorb all his power."
"Yes." Gui Hengqiu was just as composed. Without much hesitation, she immediately walked over.
Back in the Innate Religion, she had drained countless male cultivators.
And unlike Chu Mo, she did not care whether her targets were handsome, well-built, or to her taste. She only cared about their strength.
Although these "Original Immortals" all looked grotesque, their power was exceptionally abundant, making them the perfect cultivation materials!
For Gui Hengqiu, the most troublesome part of improving her cultivation this way was not their appearance, but the whispers that often rang in her ears.
So far, those whispers had done nothing except occasionally unsettle her.
But Gui Hengqiu couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong...
Steadying herself, Gui Hengqiu waved her hand and shattered the "Original Immortal's" robes, then began to drain him...
Ji Changfu watched without expression, pondering silently.
This was already the fifth layer of the abyss.
Yet they still hadn't found any trace of Junior Brother Kang.
It seemed that Junior Brother Kang... might not be in the abyss at all!
As he was thinking, a murmur suddenly reached his ears, broken fragments of prayer entering his mind: "We humbly pray... May