Wen Zhixing and Tan Yuanshan appeared at the entrance to a valley. Several disciples of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land were guarding it.
Above the valley, devil clouds rolled in, the dense black Devil Qi obscuring the sky and sun. This place was clearly within the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, yet it seemed like a completely different world.
In the valley stood several particularly striking, giant black stone pillars. In their center was a huge sacrificial altar, black as ink, its perimeter engraved with intricate and bizarre patterns drawn in blood. A single glance was enough to feel the sinister Devil Qi, as if evil thoughts were sprouting deep within one's heart. Those with weaker divine souls couldn't even afford a second look.
Wen Zhixing, on his first entry to this place, was instantly affected. A strange power invaded his Sea of Sense.
CRACKLE!
