Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 954 - 500

An entire hall of iron hooks, an entire hall of mutilated humans, forming a sinister and evil scene.

If the previous palace was like the heavens, full of aloofness and calm, then this now is more like the Heavenly Palace turned into Abyss Hell.

Especially those people with only half of their bodies hanging there, their eyes rotating as they watch you, their gaze is very peculiar.

As if those being at the mercy of others were not them, but Duan Yun and Ziyu.

What made Duan Yun feel odd was not just these mutilated people, but also those hooks.

The pitch-black hooks looked like metal, yet had the texture of jade; at first glance, you'd notice these hooks before noticing these people.

This feeling is strange, like seeing a beauty in translucent clothes, and the first thing you notice is the material of her clothes, the patterns on them, the folds in the fabric, rather than the beauty herself.

Since beginning his path, Duan Yun has seen various sinister and eerie scenes.

For instance, on Yellow Jade Island, there were the living dead squirming like maggots, and the handsome men made into specimens by the Jade Guanyin, all of which were extremely bizarre.

But this place still felt more menacing, carrying an unspeakable wickedness.

Duan Yun and Ziyu continued moving forward, their gaze leaping past those hooks, only to be suddenly overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed in every sense of the word.

In front, where the palace had been dim, a patch of white appeared.

Snow white.

As if a real snow mountain was towering inside the palace, imposing and majestic.

But no palace in this world could contain a real snow mountain, and when you look closely, you'd find the "snow mountain" in front is even more terrifying.

It was such a magnificent giant thing, yet not dead like snow, but layers of bones.

The bones intertwined, with white soil mixed in, forming a spectacular and horrifying giant.

Duan Yun had experienced "megalophobia" more than once, like on nights under the snow mountain in Qingzhou, he suddenly realized he was standing beneath a giant structure, and couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

And now this fear of giants was even more concrete.

Because it inherently had a sense of flesh and blood, as if it were a giant living creature.

This creature, even though already a corpse, was still fearsome.

It's hard to imagine what kind of person could create such an existence.

The feeling was akin to Duan Yun's first encounter with this palace.

Fusang's architecture and landscapes aren't particularly grand, yet whether this palace or the magnificent spectacle in front, it evoked a sense of grandeur.

It's as if this palace and the scenes within don't belong here, and their presence here was an accident.

Reaching this point, Duan Yun was fully vigilant, for he already sensed that the Great Heavenly Dog should be inside.

Or rather, the Great Heavenly Dog ought to be there.

If not inside, the Great Heavenly Dog wouldn't be the Great Heavenly Dog; she couldn't be called the Source God.

Duan Yun finally knew how to describe the "snow mountain" made of bones in front of him.

Divine sign.

This felt like a place only an Immortal could construct.

According to the Source Palace Noble, the Heavenly Court originally had two Divine Swords, the Divine Swords were gateways connecting the Heavenly Court and the human world.

These two Divine Swords had fallen into the hands of the Great Heavenly Dog. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Did the Great Heavenly Dog leverage the power of the Divine Swords to forge such a grand and bizarre palace?

Because everything in front didn't seem like something of the human world.

Yet to claim it as something of heaven, it was too much like the underworld.

At this point, Duan Yun could ascertain that the "snow" lodged in the bone crevices was some kind of flesh, as he saw blood vessels and fur-like elements within.

This was indeed a presence that sent chills down one's spine.

Ziyu suddenly wanted to cling to Duan Yun.

Because only by clinging to Duan Yun could she gain strength, gain confidence.

Only the "If the heavens gave birth to me, Ziyu Sword Immortal, the Sword Dao would journey throughout the eternal night!" version of her could suppress all in front of her.

No, even such a version of her felt a bit daunted.

Because everything in front didn't seem like something a mere mortal could forge.

All along this journey, as long as Duan Yun was around, Ziyu felt extremely safe.

Even when facing God Jue, a formidable being, she still felt assured.

Even when public opinion was one-sided, declaring Duan Yun would lose, she still had some confidence.

Because "Old Demon Duan is at a disadvantage, Old Demon Duan can't escape, Old Demon Duan is at a definite disadvantage, Old Demon Duan can't turn the tables, Old Demon Duan is about to fall, Old Demon Duan wins again!" was practically Duan Yun's norm.

But this time, she lacked some confidence.

It's just that the surrounding environment's impact on a person was too significant.

Ziyu could be sure that had she not maintained that "bitterness" in her heart, she might have already succumbed to fear.

If an average martial artist saw this scene, they'd likely be prostrate on the ground.

She couldn't help but glance back; the woman with her buttocks cut open was still crawling.

Her blood kept flowing more and more, and at this rate, she'd soon be drained dry, yet her eyes only grew brighter and more confident.

Because just this scene in front gave off an undeniable divine aura.

God Jue claimed to be a "Heavenly God" and was terrifyingly strong, yet compared to the giant "snow mountain" in front, the pressure felt lacking.

She began to understand why the woman behind thought they were here to be treated like livestock.