Turning Wheel City, Red Blood Tower.
In a quiet room on the sixth floor, Wan Yingying stood by the window, curiously observing the Six Paths Revolving Dharma Altar outside.
She had long heard of the Six Paths Revolving Dharma Altar's fame, but this was her first time seeing it in person. Naturally, she was full of curiosity.
On the fourth level of the Six Paths Revolving Dharma Altar, which stood like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens, a pair of Golden Core cultivators were fighting fiercely.
One was a bull-headed demon, the other a Ghost Race cultivator with skin as pale as paper. Neither alien possessed particularly high cultivation. Relying on his formidable body, the bull-headed demon charged and hammered away wildly, while the Ghost Race cultivator repeatedly cast secret arts, releasing evil ghosts and poisonous miasma...
Wan Yingying had seen many demons in the East Sea, but this was the first time she had seen a member of the Ghost Race.
As one of the six outer demonic races, the Ghost Race was a powerful intelligent lifeform race with an enormous reputation. It was said that all manner of evil spirits and monsters had close ties to the Ghost Race.
Seeing one in person, Wan Yingying discovered that the Ghost Race was still flesh and blood after all. It was simply that their bodily forms differed enormously from those of humans and demons.
This battle quickly ended in a narrow victory for the Ghost Race cultivator. Before long, the second match began. This time, a demon faced a cultivator with purple eyes and purple skin.
The purple-eyed cultivator's spells were clearly more refined, and he gained the upper hand in the blink of an eye.
Wan Yingying asked Wei Canghai beside her, "Senior Brother Wei, is that purple-skinned