Blood Corpse Child was dragged all the way into the Fortune-Life Martial Hall, unable to offer even the slightest resistance.
Only after a long while did he come to his senses. How could the middle-aged man before him be a mere mortal? Even at his peak, he could scarcely have withstood that last blow.
What he found most unbelievable was that Ren Shanshi might actually be a... martial artist?
Only at close range could Blood Corpse Child feel Ren Shanshi's almost tangible blood energy. His physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary True Immortal.
Never mind the Great Yin Corpse-even beings above the Profound Immortal realm might be unable to resist the temptation.
"Uh."
Blood Corpse Child had just tried to transmit a thought when he discovered that his divine sense had been completely cut off upon entering the Fortune-Life Martial Hall.
Looking around, he saw that the martial hall was undergoing earth-shaking changes. The courtyard walls were slowly growing, and occasional grooves appeared on their surfaces, with tissues resembling flesh and bone writhing inside.
Threadlike traces of blood resembling veins ran through the soil as well. The bluestone slabs interlocked, rising and falling like plates of scale armor. The sight made his hair stand on end.
Perhaps sensing Blood Corpse Child's gaze, an eye opened in a corner of the wall.
After studying him for several breaths, the eye revealed a hint of mockery, then closed again.
Blood Corpse Child gasped for breath. At last, he noticed the Imperial Court Scroll suspended overhead, shimmering with flowing colors and constantly radiating a dazzling aura, as though it contained the Great Dao. Wasn't the power behind the Primordial Beginning Temple just a True Immortal?
Why?
Why did they have such a terrifying cultivation abode? Could he still leave this place