Li Province, the Great Void.
The Great Void slowly opened and closed like a shattered mirror. Countless strands of Black Curse Script wove together within it, forming a fine line, into which torrents of Incense Offerings Golden Qi could dimly be seen pouring from afar.
The Heavenly Poison Secret Realm.
This secret realm lay within the Great Void of Li Province, hidden so well that outsiders could not see it. Only high-level cultivators of the Divine Dao, or True Persons of the Imperial House, could pay a visit.
Beyond that fine line woven from curse script lay all manner of strange sights. Venomous insects gathered and Shamanic Ghosts roamed, all circling a towering azure mountain.
The mountain resembled an insect egg, yet also an altar. The qi of Incense Offerings arriving from afar poured over it and was slowly absorbed, while Witchfolk stood at its foot, praying reverently.
A man slipped in from the outside world, dressed in pitch-black shamanic robes and wearing a bronze ghost mask. His skin was pale, his flesh withered, and his Calamity Blessing Divine Ability was profoundly mysterious. Cultivators continually bowed beside him, addressing him as lord.
It was Yuanchai, Heavenly Poison Mountain's second Divine Ability cultivator, a Purple Mansion Middle Stage practitioner of Calamity Blessing.
He headed straight for the summit of Heavenly Poison Mountain, where a bronze altar stood. A huge cauldron rested atop it, bloodlight rising within, accompanied by the howls of ghosts.
"It is still far from enough."
A trace of worry lurked in the Witchfolk man's voice. He continued onward, reaching the great hall behind the bronze altar. Stepping through its doorway, he found darkness within.
Something unimaginably enormous seemed to move in that darkness. As the lamps lit up, it gradually took shape.
It was a severed head.
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