“Where did that corpse take me to?”0

Ye Qing’s eyebrows were locked tight as he scanned his surroundings with his demonic thought. Thankfully, he couldn’t sense any danger within the room.0

He was unable to poke his demonic thought beyond the boundaries of the room, however. Whatever this bluestone was, it could insulate his demonic thought and prevent him from sensing beyond.0

Besides that, Ye Qing could sense a mysterious power permeating the room. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but it was profound in a way that was beneficial toward one’s meditation and cultivation.0

Obviously, Ye Qing was in no mood to cultivate right now, and he wouldn’t be until he was sure he was safe. A brief moment of hesitation later, he gingerly reached out and grabbed the door handle.0

The second he pulled open the door, every hair on his body suddenly stood on end. His senses were warning him that something terrible would happen if he so much as poked his toes out of the threshold.0

He hesitated again, but he ultimately steeled his resolve and walked forward. As soon as he...0