Somewhere deep in a dark and secluded chamber, far from prying eyes and mortal reach, a body suddenly fell from above.
It dropped from the high ceiling and landed with a dull thud upon a cold corpse table.
Daoist Limitless Sword lay there, unmoving for a brief moment, his mind still reeling.
"Where… is this?" he tried to speak, yet no sound came out.
His lips parted, his throat strained, but it was as if his voice had been completely stripped away.
A trace of unease crept into his heart.
Suppressing the rising panic, he immediately released his spiritual sense, letting it spread outward like an invisible tide.
The dark chamber slowly revealed itself in his perception… cold walls, damp air, and an oppressive aura that seemed to suffocate even the soul.
And then… he saw it.
Not far from him, a grotesque scene unfolded.
