Corpses—corpses stretching as far as the eye could see.
From Ye Lin's perspective, the ground before him was covered in blood. The blood even seemed alive, flowing ceaselessly across the floor.
Beyond that, corpse after corpse hung suspended in midair.
The blood on the ground had all come from the corpses in the air.
It was far too horrifying.
Moreover, every one of these corpses appeared human. Their faces were grotesquely twisted, as though they had endured some agonizing torment before death.
After glancing over the corpses, Ye Lin continued upward.
If his guess was correct, these corpses would eventually be refined into human pills.
Since these corpses had clearly been dead for quite some time, Ye Lin could not determine their cultivation levels when they were alive.
But when it came to human pills, the higher one's cultivation, the easier they were to refine.
That was common knowledge.
From the outside, this massive tower seemed to pierce the clouds, with no end in sight. Yet when Ye Lin reached the next floor, he found a terrifying force of a quasi-saint permeating the space above his head.
Ye Lin had no way to break through this quasi-saint force, which meant he could not go any higher.
"The power of a quasi-saint... it won't let me go any deeper?"
Staring at the layer of quasi-saint power overhead, Ye Lin fell silent for a moment before ultimately giving up on continuing upward.
Since he could not go any farther, he could only return the way he had come.
When he reached the floor where the Evil Demon was imprisoned, Ye Lin casually killed the youth in the corner, then took out the Godslayer Sword.
Looking at the chains on the box, Ye Lin raised the Godslayer Sword without hesitation and slashed at