Anything connected to the Human Emperor had always been an unparalleled treasure in the Jianghu. Unfortunately, Su Xin could see no value in the palace before him.
He had followed the sudden scent of blood here. When Su Xin stepped onto the palace grounds, that bloody smell grew ever stronger. By the time he entered the hall, a bone-chilling sound of chewing came from within!
Yin Tuling and Bai Ling had followed Su Xin over as well. Naturally, they too heard the sound, and a chill ran through their hearts.
This place looked as though no one had entered it for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of years. Who could possibly be eating here?
Su Xin raised a brow. A strand of sword qi immediately condensed from the void before him and blasted into the palace gates with a deafening boom.
The palace gates had not been locked, and Su Xin's sword qi blew them open at once.
Yet the sight that appeared before Su Xin and the others was utterly horrifying.
Within that magnificent hall, the corpse was none other than Wugui Rong, the High Shaman Priest of the Ghost Shaman Tribe from before!
In but an instant, when they raised their heads again to look at Su Xin and the others, Bai Ling could not help crying out, "Old Mother Wusheng!"
Among the eight was a bewitchingly beautiful woman. She wore white monk's robes resembling a Daoist robe, yet her hair was gathered into a Daoist topknot, making for an exceedingly strange appearance.
Bai Ling recognized her almost at a glance. This person was nearly identical to the portraits of Old Mother Wusheng worshipped by generations of the White Lotus Sect!
The sole difference was that in the White Lotus Sect's portraits of Old Mother Wusheng, her bearing