Inside and outside these sect gates truly seemed like two different worlds.
Though Songshan True Person was deeply unwilling, he could only steel himself and step into the Three Corpse Demon Sect's Yin Corpse Hall.
The moment he entered, a stench of rotting corpses that seemed to have fermented for centuries hit him in the face and rushed straight into his nostrils, churning his stomach like an overturned sea.
Forcing down his discomfort, he looked up and saw ink-black mist roiling throughout the hall;
Twelve supreme-grade second tier blood jade pillars stood silently, their surfaces densely carved with skulls.
A Yin Soul Pearl was embedded in each skull's eye sockets, giving off an eerie green glow that seemed capable of affecting the divine soul. They were utterly uncanny.
On the raised dais in the very center, a cultivator reclined on the Flesh and Blood Throne. He was none other than Yin Corpse True Person, the Three Corpse Demon Sect's deputy sect master.
His face was as pale as frost, like a sheet of white paper;
His cheeks were deeply sunken, giving him the appearance of a skeleton, and his lips were bluish-black, as though he had just drunk human blood.
His eyes were sinister and vicious, sending chills through anyone who saw them.
Several living corpse worms coiled around his exposed wrist, gnawing at his flesh with their suckers.
"An honored guest has come to our door, yet our sect failed to welcome you from afar. Unfortunately, the sect master is in secluded cultivation and cannot receive visitors," Yin Corpse True Person said in a hoarse, dry voice.
It sounded like rusted iron scraping against rusted iron, grating and unpleasant.
"True Person, you may choose a few of these maids as a token of apology."
With that, he casually waved