"Whoosh, whoosh!"
A shrill astral gale howled, whipping sand across the sky, each grain as heavy as a mountain.
It was tribulation ash, formed from the weathered bones and blood of fallen gods and devils.
There was not a trace of light here save for the broken blood moon overhead. Its crimson glow painted the entire world into an Asura purgatory.
The Black Coffin tore through the air, Ye Tian standing at its head. His robes, whiter than snow, were especially glaring in this blood-red world, like the sole undying beacon in the darkness.
His expression remained calm, but his double pupils already reflected the true nature of this realm.
"Such dense resentment and baleful qi..."
Ye Tian murmured, extending a finger to lightly touch a drifting wisp of crimson mist.
"Hiss!"
The mist coiled around his finger as though alive, trying to corrode his fingertip.
Yet the instant it touched the faint golden glow covering his chaos physique, it crackled like boiling oil poured onto snow and vanished into nothingness.
"The rules here are slaughter, madness, and... corruption."
"Unlike the deathly silence of the previous layers, this place... is quite lively."
Ye Tian swept his gaze around.
Deep within the blood-red fog, countless hideous, twisted silhouettes wandered indistinctly.
They had no physical substance, existing between illusion and reality. Some had disheveled hair; others were missing heads or arms.
All were remnants of powerful souls that had fallen in the river of years, imprisoned here by the Pyramid's rules and transformed into Netherworld Monsters that knew only slaughter.
"Ooooh!"
The wails of ghosts and howls of wolves rang incessantly, piercing straight into the divine soul.
"Master, it's so cold here..."
Eli drew her neck in. Although she was the Calamity Demoness, the aura of this eighth layer was so evil