His body twisted bizarrely in midair like a twisted cruller, everything from his chest to his legs wound into a single knot.
Like a swaying dandelion, he shook his body strangely within the faint Mist.
Both his hands were raised high, swaying together with his head.
He continuously let out Anomaly-like laughter that made one's scalp crawl.
This bizarre sight was enough to stop children from crying and drive adults mad.
Yet the sound that tore through the palace did not spread beyond it.
The faint Mist had long since submerged him, and all sound seemed to have been swallowed by the Mist.
The withered, swaying cultivator drifted out of Flower Palace like the wind.
As time passed, similar beings appeared around him.
Only, each of their twisted forms was somewhat different.
Some bodies sprouted countless masses of Anomaly-like flesh. From afar, they looked like vivid scarlet roses.
Others were deathly pale all over, like white lotuses. But upon closer inspection, one would discover that they were formed from countless patches of pallid skin and a completely twisted body!
They drifted through the Mist. Around thirty or forty cultivators floated out of Flower Palace, all of them already twisted into forms resembling flowers.
An incomparably warped aura, impossible to describe in words, filled the air around them.
Mist slowly spread from the Immortal Flower Palace, swiftly covering every corner of the surrounding area.
The entire process was utterly silent!
No person or animal could sense that anything was wrong.
Once the plants near Flower Palace were shrouded by it, they swiftly began to twist!
Countless flowers resembling flesh grew from them!
Each of these flowers had a different appearance, like ten thousand blossoms bursting into bloom—except this place had become a world of flesh-and-blood flowers.
The small animals nearby also