Feiyun could smell the stench of blood before making it to the top. The cliffs nearby were broken with yin energy oozing out of the mud.

As they walked farther up, they saw dead Abnormalities and Corpse Evils. The air had numerous different remnant auras.

“The Stranges and Evils of Yin and Yang were here last night.” Feiyun increased his pace and made it to Ji Lingxuan’s grave.

He saw a young monk being pinned down; his blood stained the grave.

The spear had evil runes on top with thick murderous intent. It must have killed many cultivators in the past.

Feiyun pulled out the spear with a heavy heart. The monk’s corpse was cold; his eyes still wide open. Feiyun crouched down to close them.

The two sisters were frightened. Ji Xiaonu...