In the extremely muddy Cloud Swamp, the rain continued to fall relentlessly as Li Huowang led his group and struggled through barely passable paths.0

The deeper they went, the more perilous it became. There was a constant stream of Dharma Sect followers emerging from unexpected places.0

Besides these people, Li Huowang also saw crooked human statues, each one filled with wriggling green worms.0

More peculiarly, these statues were not solitary. They were connected by root-like tendrils that intertwined beneath the soil.0

As the number of these statues increased, Li Huowang felt as though he was trapped in the Dharma...0