The closer he drew to the towering spire, the more intense the omnipresent pressure became. Suddenly, Mu Chen caught a strong scent of blood.
This scent differed somewhat from the Blood Sea of the Blood God Clan. It lacked that nauseating sense of filth and seemed exceptionally pure.
Scarlet patterns, like blood vessels, were embedded across the white jade tower. Liquid flowed through those patterns from bottom to top, streaming from the earth to the tower's tip like a giant tree drawing water through its roots.
At the tower's summit hung an enormous crimson sphere, radiating vast energy of blood and qi.
"So the blood and qi collected by Soul Halls throughout the Great Thousand World are gathered here..." Mu Chen murmured.
He did not linger atop the tower and continued upward, flying to the enormous plaza suspended above it.
The plaza contained nothing and felt exceptionally empty and desolate. Only a young man in white robes, resembling a scholar, sat at its center.
Hun Tiandi opened his eyes, and a terrifyingly powerful pressure that nearly suffocated him suddenly descended. Like a mountain collapse or a tsunami, it almost crushed Mu Chen to death on the spot.
Specks of starlight lit up as Di Er Meng promptly helped Mu Chen ease the pressure.
"Amon?" Hun Tiandi blurted out. A trace of gravity and wariness appeared in his unusually bright eyes.
"Wait, Hall Master, it's me... Mu Chen." Mu Chen hurriedly spoke up.
He yanked off the Pointed Soft Hat on his head and removed his Monocle, his face still bearing the lingering terror of nearly being killed by Hun Tiandi's pressure.
Hun Tiandi withdrew his aura. Though it remained as heavy as a mountain, it no longer carried the aggression from before.
He was stunned for quite some time before