The scene turned back.
To when the caravan had just begun its migration.
Beneath Green Grass Clump, in an exceedingly secret underground area, there was an underground palace of immense size.
A blood-red sheen floated within.
The underground palace was filled with countless black crystals formed from Immortal Thoughts. Blood-red chains linked these crystals together, ultimately converging at the very center.
There stood a blood coffin that constantly dripped blood, and atop it sat a humanlike silhouette, cross-legged.
This person's features were no longer discernible. Dense hair covered every part of the face, and the body was withered, like a corpse. Not a trace of blood could be seen in the exposed skin either. An eerie, evil aura emanated from the figure, nearly causing the surrounding space and earth to mutate.
Scarlet eyes could be seen sprouting from the ground. Like those of the dead who could not close their eyes in peace, they stared wide open without blinking. Meanwhile, certain areas of the surrounding space seemed to have cracked, with streams of foul-smelling black water gurgling out.
Visions of death-a road of white bones, Three-Lives Flowers, a blood-red Nai River, and more-also faintly emerged.
Sinister and eerie, twisted and mad.
This person was even more contaminating than Black Tortoise True Lord's thought, possessing an extremely severe deathly yin aura, over a thousand times denser than the yin aura of the Black Tiger Yao's Wailing Ghosts.
At that moment.
A rumbling sound rang out, and the doors of the dark underground palace suddenly opened. Another enormous figure slowly walked inside.
It was none other than the Turtle Yao that wandered from place to place, secretly spreading the Turtle Breath Art.
After entering, the Turtle Yao first examined the black crystals. Seeing that the black radiance within had grown denser and