At this moment, several other longevity cultivators arrived one after another.
None of them discovered anything. All manner of spells failed to produce any effect.
The power of the battle soul had erased every trace of information here.
Before long, the dust would settle here, and no one would know what had truly happened.
Deep within a resplendent palace in the Western Region.
This was an independent, sealed palace. At its center stood a bone-white pagoda.
It was a reliquary pagoda, built to enshrine the relics of the Buddhist Path—the essence left behind by deceased eminent monks.
Just then, an unfathomably mysterious ripple spread from within the bone-white pagoda.
An eerie chant echoed through the hall, rumbling without end, as though countless clamorous voices had converged into one mass.
Anyone who heard it would instinctively tremble, struck by a despairing force, then walk toward death amid that despair.
A ghastly white radiance bloomed within the pagoda, and countless cracks began to appear across the entire reliquary tower.
The cracks swiftly spread over the whole pagoda. Countless motes of powder fell from it, drifting to the ground like ashes.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A sound like a heartbeat slowly rang out. The reliquary pagoda had already turned completely to ash, leaving only a single pure-white relic, pulsing and gleaming there.
Then, something nauseating happened.
Countless granules bulged from the relic that gave off a ghastly white glow, like densely packed tumors.
The granules spread and grew without cease, quickly forming the structure of a human figure.
That humanoid structure was entirely made of ghastly white bone. Its densely packed surface was covered in tiny protrusions, like countless pustules crammed together.
Those tiny points continued growing, gradually taking on the shape of a figure with dozens of arms.
Crack, crack, crack.
Countless fissures