Yang Qing had heard of a soul adept cultivator who was driven mad after catching just a glimpse of a mountain-sized corpse—presumed to be human—with chains on its ankles, wrists, and neck.
The slight clanking of those chains as they moved was what drove the cultivator insane. It was unknown how, but he went delirious from that soft, clinking noise and proceeded to slaughter his entire clan in that state. As he murdered, strange scripts began appearing on his skin. When his entire body was covered in them, the scripts flared to life and transformed into leeches that devoured his life essence and cultivation base until nothing remained but a skeleton made of rusty iron that was fueled with nothing but an endless bloodlust for slaughter.
Yang Qing heard it had taken seven soul supreme experts acting together to destroy that skeleton for good.
The normal world was a dangerous place, but compared to the void, it suddenly seemed like a safe haven.
