Su Mo looked at those blocking the path he had to take to the third layer, his gaze resolute... Nothing can bar my way.
Su Mo rose and cautiously walked, step by step, toward the mist-shrouded area ahead.
Seeing Su Mo move forward, Zhixuan and Mude immediately followed.
As Su Mo drew ever closer to that eerie place, the scene ahead gradually became clear.
Over a hundred eerie ghosts wandered aimlessly with vacant eyes, as though they had no consciousness, only the instinct to roam.
The hundred ghosts wore all sorts of clothing, but their faces were snow-white, without the slightest trace of life.
Their long hair drifted about, eerie beyond measure!
Six figures stood surrounded by over a hundred ghosts, not daring to make a rash move, seemingly afraid to touch any one of them.
Su Mo reached the edge of the hundred ghosts surrounding the six and saw their situation clearly.
An old Daoist and an old Monk.
An imposing young man in splendid robes and an old woman closely guarding him.
A slender young woman in a Purple Long Skirt.
And someone else Su Mo had met: the Holy Sect's Holy Maiden... Ning Baixue.
At that moment, Ning Baixue looked grief-stricken, without a trace of the overbearing manner she had shown before the palace hall. The white-haired Spirit Transformation elder beside her was nowhere to be seen, either.
Su Mo had no fondness whatsoever for the Holy Sect's Holy Maiden. He merely gave her a cold glance before paying her no further attention.
Instead, the girl in the Purple Long Skirt caught Su Mo's attention. He noticed that she showed none of the panic of someone trapped; instead, she was rather leisurely tidying her hair out of boredom.
The arrival of Su Mo and his two companions