Pill Beasts

Lin Ming and his group stepped onto the Pill Hall Third Floor. Beneath their feet lay a smooth, ice-cold floor like black jade, reflecting the ancient ores sparsely embedded in the dome above, each emitting a faint fluorescent glow.

Looking around, compared to the clamor and chaos of the two floors below, this place was spacious and silent. Yet the invisible pressure here had abruptly increased severalfold.

Now that they had arrived, they could vaguely make out a few figures. Some sat alone in the shadows of corners, like dormant venomous snakes; others gathered in groups of two or three, maintaining subtle distances from one another and forming temporary yet fragile alliances.

There were far fewer people here than on the lower two floors, but every one of them possessed a deep and formidable aura. Faint halos of Dou Qi circulated around their bodies, while bright light flashed in their eyes whenever they opened and closed them, sharp as lightning. Even the weakest among them possessed the cultivation of a Dou Zong.

There were even several especially obscure yet powerful auras, like undercurrents lurking in an abyss—restrained but never released. Even Lin Ming, with his keen senses, had to cast them an extra glance and take them seriously.

One was an old man cloaked in black, his body as thin and withered as a skeleton, with a faint trace of deathly still energy curling around his fingertips.

Elsewhere stood a young man dressed in luxurious robes, his handsome face almost demonic in its beauty. He played with a Blood Jade Pendant, a faintly amused curve lingering at his lips. When his gaze swept across the crowd, it carried the cold indifference of someone appraising merchandise.

Naturally, anyone who had managed to reach this third floor, shrouded in potent poison and