Beneath another abyss, this place was black as ink, without the slightest glimmer of light.
Wisps of peculiar smoke rose from one deep pit after another, drifting toward the outside of the abyss.
Beside one of the pits, a flower black with a reddish sheen flickered with a rich spiritual fragrance.
Next to it stood a huge black coffin. At this moment, the coffin lid was open, and a young man in splendid robes sat up from within.
His complexion was ordinary, just like that of any common cultivator.
Only his face was stiff, his eyes without pupils, devoid of expression.
At that moment, a wisp of smoke drifted over from afar and was pinched in his hand, which was covered in corpse hair.
"These Baleful Intent Ghost Clan really are trash. Bullied by a seventh-rank old turtle, and they just let the other party leave?" His voice came from his abdomen, each syllable stiff and full of mockery.
But the next instant, his nose twitched slightly. At the same time, a ray of spiritual light shot from his hollow eye sockets, shooting straight upward.
Within the coffin, another coffin immediately appeared once more, enveloping the spiritual flower.
At the same time, four Baleful Intent zombies crawled out of the nearby earth, surrounding the coffin on all sides and refusing to leave it by even half a step.
Only then did he control the coffin and fly out.
When he reached the air, he saw a huge turtle in the sky grinning wickedly at him.
"Heh heh~"
"Childish!" A voice sounded again from his abdominal cavity, and he stretched out a claw to grab at the Negative-Origin Turtle.
But the latter blocked it with one claw.
Yet just as the Negative-Origin Turtle made its move, a coffin behind it suddenly