Like other predatory zones, the pit of a thousand was completely devoid of any guards or patrols. The bottom of the pit was also a little bit different from the good old days of peace and serenity.

Pak… A twisted pale hand reached out of the soil at the bottom of the pit. Following that, the soil around the hand immediately caved in, giving way to a one-meter wide fissure that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

The fissure was almost akin to a gateway to hell. Black vortices of Yin energy rushed out from the fissure, stirring with the soulless cries of evil ghosts. Spots of netherflame darted about eerily to the scattering of hair. And then, a headless corpse slowly rose from the depths of the pit together with the rush of a nethergale.

The black hair of the evil ghost scattered about. She was dressed in white, ancient garments, and her hands were holding the head of a grotesque, malformed baby whose head was covered with a layer of fine, wispy green hair. One could tell through the shape of the evil ghost that it was a lady.

She remained motionless. The head in her hands widened its eyes, before turning to stare at the canopies of Valley County’s skies with a look of great disbelief. She gasped in horror, almost as though she were a taut bowstring, ready to snap at the very next instant.

What a familiar smell…

This… seems to be the scent of the cultivator who had vanished suddenly just a few days ago. But… why did his energy suddenly transform into Yin energy?

And if that were all, it wouldn’t have justified burrowing through...