The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 386 Yin Objects!

The high roof had now closed the hole from which the collapse had occurred.

Because it was deep underground, the light was extremely dim. If it weren't for some special crystals shimmering around, the surroundings would have been pitch black.

The surrounding ice refracted and reflected the light, making it look rather beautiful.

Song Wanning's spiritual power had been sealed, but when she tried to circulate her demonic energy, she found that it was not restricted.

She raised an eyebrow. It seemed that this place was likely once the territory of the demon race, and that restrictions on spiritual cultivation had been deliberately set up here.

She was now in a grand hall, with only a spiral staircase leading upwards.

She gripped her long sword tightly and cautiously walked up the stairs.

At the same time, Jiang Cen finally broke through the fog, his face turning white from the cold.

Her whole body was stiff, her teeth chattered from the cold, and she wished she could leave immediately.

But the thought of the treasures hidden there made it hard to leave, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go inside.

As she looked out, towering ice sculptures came into view. Overjoyed, she quickly moved her stiff body toward them.

However, due to the cold, she was unable to glide properly on the ice and soon fell to the ground in a sorry state.

She was so angry she felt like vomiting blood. Since she transmigrated, she had never lost face like this.

But the cold here is so intense that even cultivators cannot withstand it. Even though she had taken precautions, she was still terribly cold.

Helpless, Jiang Cen angrily got up and walked over there more carefully.

This time she finally made it much easier, and when she reached the edge of the pit, she immediately looked down.

"It is indeed here!"

Jiang Cen was overjoyed, and all his dissatisfaction vanished instantly.

Without thinking, she jumped down.

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Meanwhile, Song Wanning had already arrived at the second floor.

The second floor is filled with ice mirrors, dividing the grand hall into several parts.

As I walked in, I saw my own reflection everywhere. Within moments, I began to feel dizzy and disoriented.

She frowned, did a quick search, and finding nothing wrong, turned around and went to the third floor.

Third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor...

Song Wanning climbed up floor after floor, but didn't see even a trace of the treasure.

It's nothing but ice cubes.

Looking again in the Mirror of Three Lives, Jiang Cen was still falling and couldn't catch up for a while.

Her expression darkened, and she quickly climbed upstairs.

But the result was still disappointing; there was nothing but ice.

Isn't it here?

Song Wanning harbored doubts and was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

There's no reason why Jiang Cen could find it but she couldn't. Right now, her luck is good; as long as she's patient, she'll definitely find it.

She instructed the golden sword to guard the ground floor, and then began searching tirelessly on the last floor.

The stairs are gone now, so the key might be on this floor.

Song Wanning could only keep moving between the ice mirrors, trying to find some flaws.

Time ticked by, and Jiang Cen was fast approaching, but she still had no clue what to do.
Song Wanning's expression grew increasingly serious, and her gaze shifted rapidly once more.

After only a couple of glances, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if she were about to lose her balance.

Previously, whenever she felt dizzy, she would immediately look away.

Looking back now, perhaps keeping an eye on it would have yielded some results.

So she forced herself to endure the discomfort and stared intently at the ice mirrors, refusing to look away. Soon, she lost her balance and fell to the side.

Song Wanning simply gave up trying to hold on and plopped down on the floor, her eyes still fixed on the floor.

Finally, the ice mirror gradually changed in her eyes. In her dizziness, a winding path appeared, and in a daze, a gate appeared at the end.

She was startled, and immediately stood up, enduring the discomfort as she walked step by step along the winding path.

Already feeling dizzy, she had great difficulty walking. Fortunately, her mind was clear, and with the help of demonic energy, she walked very fast. In just over ten seconds, she had already reached the front door.

She reached out and pushed open the door without hesitation, only to be immediately pulled inside by a suction force.

"Bam—"

The door behind her slammed shut, and Song Wanning's heart sank. As she steadied herself, the dizziness finally disappeared.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything.

She suppressed her nausea and took out a lamp to make out her surroundings.

In the pitch-black space, an altar was placed not far away, surrounded by chains that tightly gripped a box in the center of the altar.

Below the altar, various strange symbols were intertwined and emanated a familiar demonic aura.

In my daze, there seemed to be a heavy yin energy.

Song Wanning's doubts deepened. Jiang Cen's thoughts only mentioned that there was a treasure here, but even Jiang Cen didn't know what it was.

Could this be the box?

But this box doesn't look like a treasure at all; it looks more like some kind of shady, unsavory object.

Yin beings are born from the yin energy of heaven and earth. Their aura is similar to that of ghost cultivators, but they are also different.

Most yin beings lack consciousness and act solely on instinct.

However, most ghost cultivators retain a remnant of reason; even evil ghosts retain some consciousness...

Now that Hell is out of contact, the ghost cultivators have long since disappeared.

The yin energy has also decreased, and yin objects are rarely seen anymore.

She silently gazed at the altar, carefully releasing her demonic energy, and slowly walked towards the center of the altar.

"Sister, the atmosphere here is so unpleasant, I don't like it."

Dragon Spirit suddenly spoke. Ever since it came in, it had been having some difficulty breathing, as if it had been targeted by something bad.

"There must be a malevolent entity here, and it is more powerful than you, which is why you are being suppressed."

Although the dragon spirit is powerful in its physical form, it is a newly born spirit and is no match for this evil creature.

What's in there?

Long Ling clung tightly to Song Wanning's shoulder, staring at the box with a chill running down her spine.

Song Wanning shook her head and moved a little closer.

For some reason, despite being a terrifying, sinister creature, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with it.

This feeling is really strange.

She tentatively released a wisp of demonic energy, and sure enough, the sense of intimacy grew even stronger.

It seems that this evil entity has an inextricable connection with demonic energy.

Once Song Wanning understood the crux of the problem, she released even more demonic energy. Sure enough, the box trembled excitedly, as if it were about to burst out of the altar.

She lowered her eyes. This evil creature actually had consciousness?
This is truly unheard of.

But the evil spirit meant her no harm, and a bold idea arose in Song Wanning's mind.

She arrived at the altar and unleashed her demonic energy towards it.

Sensing the demonic energy, the evil entity became extremely agitated and attempted to fly towards Song Wanning.

However, the moment it moved, the original mysterious symbols transformed into chains, binding it tightly.

A terrifying aura emanated from the room.