Soul Sect's dark underground palace, thick with the stench of death.
Viscous blood seeped from the bluestone dome, dripping down with a "drip, drip."
Countless bizarre objects were displayed all around.
Upon closer inspection, they were all human bodies.
There were male torsos whose arms had been transformed into sharp battle halberds; below the calves, two iron wheels had been fitted, engraved with obscure and intricate runes.
There were female heads embedded in strange bronze shields, their eyes wide open, filled with numbness and pain.
At the center of the underground palace, there was a Blood Pool, its bloody waters churning.
A naked body covered in obscure wrinkles floated above it.
From the depths of the darkness, a delicate-featured young man emerged.
He wore a black robe.
Behind him, four cultivators of extraordinary bearing, wearing ghost-faced masks, carried a disheveled middle-aged man.
When they reached the center of the underground palace, the four set the middle-aged man down.
The middle-aged man looked around at the gloomy, terrifying surroundings.
His face was full of horror as he trembled all over.
He begged miserably for mercy.
"Sir... sir, I have no grievance or enmity with you. Please spare my life!"
Hearing this, the delicate-featured young man turned around.
A cold smile curled across his lips.
"Heh heh heh..."
"There is indeed no grievance or enmity between us."
"But what does that matter?"
"I need you to dedicate everything you have to my supreme undertaking!"
"This is your honor!"
"Heh heh heh..."
The middle-aged man trembled even more violently.
Seeing that begging was useless, he gritted his teeth.
Putting on a fierce face to hide his fear, he said, "I... I am an Elder of the Xu Province Sun Clan. My Xu Province Sun Clan is a dignified Divine Mansion Immortal Clan. If...