About a quarter of an hour later, Li Yan's palm left Dongmen Gaozhi's crown in an instant.
The next moment, his gaze fell directly upon the other man's finger, where a storage ring sat. His Divine Sense did not pause in the slightest as it penetrated straight inside.
"Pfft!"
Dongmen Gaozhi opened his mouth and spat out blood, yet he still did not awaken. He was merely a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator; if Li Yan did not allow him to wake, he could not possibly wake on his own.
Li Yan's Divine Sense passed through with the lightest touch, forcibly entering the storage space within the ring. After sweeping through that space, Li Yan turned his attention toward a corner.
A storage ring should have been filled with rich spiritual energy, yet there was a patch of black mist there. As the mist roiled, it gave off an eerie, yin-chilling feeling.
The instant Li Yan's Divine Sense entered the black mist, a heart-rending scream suddenly erupted from within. The voice was saturated with endless agony, and Li Yan's Divine Sense pierced straight through it at that moment...
Within the black mist, Li Yan saw a swamp. Other than the black fog shrouding it, the entire swamp was filled with endless deathly aura and stench.
At the center of that swamp, however, a head protruded from the surface. Its hair hung loose, already caked with dark mud, obscuring the person's face as it fell around it.
The person had their head tilted halfway back and their mouth stretched wide open. Their entire face was smeared with mud, while one eye visible through the gaps in their hair had sunken deeply inward.
The flesh on their face had rotted beyond recognition. Several black holes could even be seen in their face, with