So who was this ruined scene meant to fool?
Pei Ling's Divine Sense was stronger. He had long since felt several strands of Divine Sense settle on him. Everyone who knew he belonged to the Pei Family was locked inside the Ten Thousand Bones Soul-Revival Formation. The people watching them had no idea who he was.
He did not know whether they had other ways to confirm his identity. He was not afraid of anyone learning he was Pei Ling; he simply did not want to waste time now. By his reckoning, if he delayed any longer, that poor wretch in the Abyss would be gone without a scrap left by the time he arrived.
As for the few people standing guard here, they would make fine fuel for opening the Nine Nether Severing Formation.
What happened next moved too fast for Qiao Ranran to react. Pei Ling swept an arm around her and charged straight toward the ruins. At the same time, several figures sprang from the shadows to stop him. But he was too fast. All they could do was chase him into the ruins.
Then the entire ruin shattered like a mirror, revealing the truth hidden behind it—a vision of hell. Malicious ghosts and tormented spirits crawled through a forest of stark white bones. They clung to Cultivators who were barely recognizable as human, forcing them to watch, fully conscious, as they were devoured bit by bit. Flesh, blood, and bone dissolved until they, too, became part of the forest.
Even their Divine Souls found no release. They lost themselves and became new malicious ghosts and tormented spirits.
Pei Ling's Ten Thousand Bones Soul-Revival Formation had already opened a World Rift and formed a world of its own. In his previous life, Pei Ling had turned the