Dense mysterious fog rolled around, with demons, evil spirits, and temple guardian cursed corpses wrapped in death qi occasionally emerging...
The Strange Que, in the eyes of Gongshu Jingjun, seemed like a grotto heaven that had been altered in its essence.
For many divine cultivators, this place was an excellent cultivation site. As long as one could withstand the threat, they could siphon sufficient divine power to enhance their own strength.
Not a single divine cultivator, who wished to reach a stronger realm, could resist the allure of Strange Que.
But the stronger the cultivation...
The greater the reverence they held for Strange Que!
It was as if...
Gongshu Jingjun looked up at the ceiling, which was pitch black as ink, so deep that it seemed to swallow even the light.
Claustrophobic, oppressive, barely able to breathe...
As if some great horror was lurking just above their heads, in a form they could not capture or see.
Quietly spying on them.
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