The Second Level, Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Remains!

A thunderous explosion shattered the giant tiger's head, completely pulverizing it.

Before its massive body could even fall, it crumbled inch by inch amidst the purple-gold lightning; flesh and blood vanished, leaving only a fist-sized silver bead suspended in mid-air.

Spatial Dao patterns flowed within the bead, emanating the purest and most refined essence of the Space Dao.

Shi Jian reached out and grabbed the silver beads, putting them into his sleeve.

"Nice one."

He flicked the blood off the Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear, his expression indifferent.

As the giant tiger died, the silver array above the arena flickered twice before collapsing with a roar.

The seemingly indestructible spatial barrier around them melted away like ice and snow.

The scene twisted and changed, the vast grassland and the blood-red sunset faded away; the demons were suddenly back inside the silver-gray tower.

Ahead, a staircase paved with pure spatial crystals winds its way upwards, leading straight into the depths of the tower.

Behind them, the tower's portal had long since vanished.

"Huff... huff..."

Yuan Shan leaned on the towering pillar, panting heavily. His true form Sea Ape had long since been retracted. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at Shi Jian's retreating figure with lingering fear.

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's remaining five tentacles hung limply, and his face was ashen.

The most tragic one was the Abyss Fish Demon King.

His lower body was devoured by the giant tiger, the severed area a bloody mess; he lay on the ground, desperately channeling his Demon Power to stop the bleeding, his Nascent Soul listless, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

"Fellow Daoist Shi... save... save me..." The Abyss Fish Demon King's voice was hoarse as he stretched out his blood-soaked hand toward Shi Jian.

Shi Jian, carrying his thunder spear, didn't even turn his head.

"Either stay here and wait to die, or come with me and fight to the death."

After saying that, Shi Jian stepped onto the stairs and strode upwards.

White Crane shook his folding fan, glanced at the Abyss Fish Demon King on the ground, and sighed softly, "Fellow Daoist, may you have good fortune."

It then spread its wings and followed.

Yuan Shan and the Eight-Tentacled Demon King exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and followed behind. They were currently in a dilemma, with no way out but to move forward, where there might still be a glimmer of hope.

The stairs are not long.

As Shi Jian and his group stepped onto the second floor, their view suddenly opened up.

It was as if I had been transported to another dimension once again.

This is not a cramped tower, but a vast starry sky; beneath our feet is a huge black stone altar, hundreds of feet in diameter, surrounded by dazzling starlight, yet exuding an aura of deathly silence.

On the altar, countless skeletons sat cross-legged in dense rows.

Some of the skeletons were crystal clear, radiating a jade-like luster, clearly the remains of Human Race Nascent Soul demons; others were as large as mountains, with traces of Demon Race features remaining on their skeletons, clearly the remains of transformed great demons.

A rough sweep revealed over a hundred bodies.

"This..."

Yuan Shan gasped, his grip on the giant pillar tightening involuntarily.

The White Crane's gaze swept over the enormous winged bird skeleton, its expression slightly changing. "That's an ancestor of my Feather Race from eight thousand years ago..."

"Rumor has it that he suddenly disappeared when his lifespan was about to end. I never expected him to die here. How could that be?"

"Not only the Demon Race."

Shi Jian's gaze was cold and sharp, the tip of his spear pointing at a skeleton dressed in a tattered Tai Chi robe. "That's the attire of the Grand Purity Sect. This altar probably gathers most of the top experts from the human and demon races over the past ten thousand years."

Hundreds of Nascent Soul!

If he were alive, he could sweep across the Profound Spirit Continent more than a dozen times over.

Now, they have all become a pile of bones, neatly arranged on this starry altar.

"The tomb of the Spirit Transformation truly lives up to its reputation."

"Logically speaking, no human or demon has ever entered this place, yet these corpses have been collected. Are they being used as decorations?"

"Brother Shi, be careful, this place is eerie."

The White Crane folded its fan, and clouds swirled around it.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Suddenly, a ghostly green light shone in the center of the altar.

Then, it seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction.

"Click... click..."

A sound of bones grinding together suddenly rang out in the deathly silent starry sky; in the eye sockets of hundreds of skeletons, ghostly green soul flames ignited simultaneously.

A Decay, deathly, yet incredibly powerful pressure rose from these withered bones, each possessing the aura of Nascent Soul level cultivator!

"What is this?! A zombie?"

"Are we going to annihilate these hundreds of Nascent Soul?"

Yuan Shan cursed angrily, holding the towering pillar horizontally in front of his chest.

"It's not a zombie."

Shi Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his Immortal Foundation [Purple Pivot Lightning] suddenly activated, with purple-gold lightning exploding on his body, and thousands of lightning bolts under his control.

"It looks like an array; these dead ghosts have been turned into tomb-guarding puppets."