"You cultivated demonic arts with a human body. What admirable awareness!" That "person" glanced at Luo Yunji's back, then turned to look at Monk, the tone hard to tell whether it was admiration or mockery. "Fine! The eighth level isn't somewhere just anyone can reach, and the Son of God is no exception!"
The Black-Robed Man lying off to the side was utterly shaken by everything before him. He had never imagined that he and his kin had merely wanted to leave this place, merely wanted to see a broader world, only to be used instead. If this otherworldly conspiracy was not stopped, the Human Realm would surely cease to exist, and they would have no way to "survive" either.
Though they wanted to drag the entire mortal world down into the abyss, the premise was that they remained "alive"!
Luo Yunji stepped to the entrance of the Altar on the eighth level and looked at the dense black vapor constantly surging out from within. The black threads around him twisted even more joyfully, shooting toward the black vapor one after another and devouring it.
Taking advantage of the opening the black threads had made, Luo Yunji slowly walked toward the Altar entrance, and his figure finally vanished into the darkness.
The inside of the Altar, like the one beneath the Water Marsh, was hollow as well.
A Boundary Rift appeared high in the air, wisps of Underworld aura continuously streaming out. And what kept the Boundary Rift from closing was actually a bracelet made of white bone. It was adorned with black stones, and in the middle was a gray gemstone, flickering with an enchanting glow.
That gray gemstone would occasionally spread out a ripple, and anything it touched would be assimilated, or even dissolved.
Judging by how badly