The shriveled cultivator's body trembled, unsure if it was out of fear or excitement. This was the first time in his life using a seven-tier talisman, a power that he found unforgettable.
Not wasting too much time, the shriveled cultivator immediately delved deeper into the forbidden area.
Along the way, he saw no other cultivators blocking his path, as if those who had just tried to stop him had all been slain.
When he truly ventured into the depths of the forbidden area, the scene before his eyes caused the shriveled cultivator's expression to change dramatically, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.
In his vision.
Many cultivators knelt on the ground, their blood completely drained, reduced to mummified corpses, eerily silent compared to the chaos outside.
Large amounts of blood outlined sinister patterns on the ground, with the towering bronze ancient tower emanating a blood-colored light, looking both eerie and terrifying.
