Yang Ling's vision blurred for a moment, then the scene before him gradually came into focus.
Although he was only a spirit form, he still smelled the rich fragrance of medicinal herbs, mingled with a faint scent of blood.
This was an alchemy room.
A dozen or so burly men carried various medicinal herbs toward the pill furnace in the center, which stood over ten feet tall, and climbed wooden ladders to toss the herbs inside.
Their attributes were only close to the Ninth Rank, not yet at that level.
These burly men shared one thing in common: all of them were deformed to some degree.
Some had a few extra fingers, others were missing a few, and several even had fleshy tumors growing on their bodies.
A few also had tails growing from their backsides.
On the other side, a huge cage was crammed with people.
Some were barely breathing, squeezed into corners, while those who were still conscious wore expressions of terror.
Yang Ling spotted Pan Yuan, the Northern Yuan Demon Cavern's Rank One, pressed tightly against the cage.
Besides him, thirteen other players were also in the cage.
They seemed to be checking the details of the advanced Tun Tian Dao Palace instance, their expressions growing uglier by the moment.
Apart from Pan Yuan, none of the other thirteen had reached the level 30 requirement.
"Pan Yuan, we can't enter the instance anymore. When you go in this time, you have to find some way to figure out where the Northern Yuan Demon Cavern is. Only then... will the others have a chance to survive!"
One player spoke in despair.
Pan Yuan took a deep breath and forced a smile:
"Don't worry. I'll think of something. Maybe I'll get ridiculously lucky and my cultivation will soar inside