On the fourth day, at noon, thirty thousand kilometers east of Malevolent Path Hall's headquarters, the fog-shrouded Dead Silence Swamp suddenly shook.
Boom!
Muck erupted skyward, unveiling a palace complex so vast it blotted out the sun, jet-black roofs hung with pallid skulls, walls crawling with twisted runes that exuded arctic dread.
From its heart, nine columns of ink-dark demonic aura coiled upward, knitting into nine snarling demon heads that roared in silence at the scarred sky.
Every cultivator across level twelve felt that monstrous pulse shiver through their souls.
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