Along the way, he saw many corpses of those who had gone ahead. Some had been blasted to death by restrictions, while others seemed to have had their blood essence sucked dry by some demonic beast, dying gruesome deaths.
He also encountered cultivators still struggling onward, locked in fierce battles over treasures that might lie ahead.
Li Yunjing swept past them all without stopping.
The deeper he went, the denser the demonic energy became, and the more powerful and ancient the restrictions grew.
Demonic fiends and ghosts condensed from pure demonic energy even began to appear, throwing themselves fearlessly at the intruders.
But to Li Yunjing, who possessed the Myriad Demon Tower and the Nine Nether Yellow Springs True Scripture, these were nourishing supplements instead. He casually collected and refined them.
Finally, after passing through a distorted spatial barrier, his view suddenly opened up, revealing an enormous underground palace.
The palace was ancient and forbidding in style, built from massive jet-black stones. Images of various demon gods were carved into its walls, radiating a pressure that made the heart tremble.
At the center of the palace stood a raised platform. Above it floated a skeleton as lustrous as jade, yet wreathed in dense black energy. Its hands cradled a pearl swirling with dark light.
Several groups were already facing off around the platform.
One side consisted of cultivators wearing the Daoist robes of the Yuxu Grotto-Heaven. Their leader was a stern-faced young man whose aura had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. He held a horsetail whisk shimmering with precious light.
The other side consisted of disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, each exuding sinister demonic energy. Their leader was a voluptuous, bewitching woman in red whose roving eyes could steal souls. Her cultivation was likewise at the