Deep within the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.
In a dungeon that no cultivator could detect with Divine Sense.
"So that's how it is..."
Fang Mo slowly opened the Void Chest and tossed the used torture implements inside one by one to destroy them. "So this treasure works like that?"
At this moment, the dungeon.
Was almost littered with traces of the Demonic Cultivator.
As for his actual body, he was suspended from the ceiling by several iron hooks and had already passed out.
A few bloodthirsty insects circled around him. The room was filled with an unpleasant stench, and there were even several durians on the floor with bits of flesh stuck to them.
Just as Fang Mo had said earlier.
He had not interrogated him. All of this had merely been the purest form of venting.
Since the other man had lost the poison pill he had intended to use for suicide, he could only endure the torture and had no way to evade it as he had before.
And precisely because of that, under the dual torment of mind and body, the Demonic Cultivator quickly broke down. His consciousness became exceedingly weak, allowing Fang Mo to seize the chance to use telepathy and imitate the Soul Searching Technique... looting every valuable piece of information from his memories.
Perhaps because he had taken too many highly poisonous Nine Dragon Pills.
His memories were chaotic, fragmented, and filled with vast amounts of useless garbage.
Even so, Fang Mo still found several important clues within them.
For example, what exactly the treasure obtained by Fengyue Temple's sect master had been, and why the Demonic Cultivators of the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect had been so obsessed with it.
That treasure had been created by an elder of the Nine