Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 955 - 500_2

It's only natural for humans to be treated like livestock by the divine.

Ziyu even thought they might be the first outsiders to set foot here in over a hundred years.

It was like mortals intruding upon a forbidden realm of immortals.

Can mortals contend with gods?

She also realized that her fear of this place was gradually deepening.

Initially, standing outside, she already felt some dread towards the gigantic palace. Once inside, she feared the long-necked maiden, and now, this fear became even more evident.

Had it not been for borrowing Duan Yun's True Qi midway to gain enough confidence, she might have succumbed entirely to her fear.

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of?"

In the Sea of Consciousness, the voice of her sister, Green Jade, echoed.

Ziyu knew that her sister saying this at this moment meant she was also afraid.

She rarely said such things to her.

If someone starts talking a lot, besides being old, about to die, it means they are nervous.

Ziyu took a deep breath to calm her mind.

Duan Yun was also a bit nervous.

But he didn't show it.

Honestly, reaching this point and seeing everything here as otherworldly, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tense.

However, besides the tension, he felt excited too.

The larger the spectacle, the more unnerving it was, indicating a stronger enemy.

And he, Duan Yun, the Young Hero, was always on the path to defeating foes.

Countless times, he faced opponents deemed invincible by the Martial World, yet it was others who fell.

Well, except for the time with Ming Xing's wife.

But that was because he was young; Young Hero Duan was determined to reclaim that!

He, Duan Yun, would use these powerful beings as stepping stones to reach the pinnacle one step at a time!

For only then could the earthly world be full of Heroic Land!

Here, the hooks overhead were becoming fewer.

The "Snow Mountain" was drawing closer, and the fleshly feel of the "snow" made the two feel nauseous.

Ahead, the Snow Mountain revealed a gigantic gateway.

Due to the whiteness of the bones and "snow," it was not too dark inside.

They discovered the snow mountain was hollow.

Or rather, it was a palace constructed from these bones and "snow."

At this moment, the evening sun's afterglow illuminated the summit, casting a sacred golden hue.

But for Duan Yun and Ziyu, who had seen the snow mountain's true form, it only felt sinister and nauseating, as if the "snow" under the sunlight might suddenly start to pulsate, to revive.

Duan Yun and Ziyu stepped into the massive gateway, where "snow" and human bones were scattered on the ground.

The entire "Snow Mountain Palace" wasn't impervious; from its appearance, it seemed aged and somewhat dilapidated.

However, Duan Yun felt that the Great Heavenly Dog did this on purpose.

Because from the long corridor, nothing here showed signs of repair, as if it was left to decay, starkly contrasting with the pristine palace outside.

The place was vast, towering.

It wasn't much different from entering a hollow snow mountain.

People seemed insignificant here; both Duan Yun and Ziyu felt an illusion of stumbling into a giant's world.

The scattered items on the ground transitioned from human bones and "snow" to various body parts.

There were heads, arms, hearts, and livers.

Further along, Ziyu's eyebrows furrowed tightly, suppressing the urge to vomit.

For she saw a mountain of flesh.

A mound formed from piled hearts, livers, spleens, and lungs.

These organs were densely mixed with the white "snow," not emitting any foul or bloody smell, yet causing extreme discomfort.

Being a Jianghu person, facing enemies' innards is a common occurrence.

Ziyu had seen hearts and lungs, quite a few in fact, but this moment, seeing them piled together, the terrifying sensation was utterly different.

Duan Yun's expression didn't change, his handsome face was as if carved from stone, but his eyes shone brighter and brighter.

Everything seen confirmed the owner here was a true Evil Demon, a Demon from within the Fusang with a deranged mind.

Duan Yun came to get his sword this time, considering that perhaps the Great Heavenly Dog had a gentle temperament and might return the sword willingly to make peace.

At that time, he feared acting ruthlessly might carry some psychological burden.

But now, there were no such concerns.

No matter the opponent's attitude, everything here justified their entire family's death.

Duan Yun continued forward, passing a path of hearts, livers, spleens, and kidneys, a path of arms, shoulders, and beautiful legs.

He also confirmed one thing: the Great Heavenly Dog was somewhat sexist.

Since entering, if she was "creating people," then all created were women.

What, does she look down on men?

Gritting his teeth in anger, how could boys stand up!

Ahead appeared a long staircase.

The stairs were naturally forged from those "snow" and bones; stepping on them felt no different than treading on clumps of flesh.

On either side of the steps, numerous skeletons appeared.

Relatively complete skeletons.

Some skeletons bore writings in Jiu Zhou and Fusang scripts on white paper.

Duan Yun didn't understand Fusang text, but with the Jiu Zhou characters, he got the gist.

They were commentaries on the bone structure of these skeletons.

According to this person's words, the bone structure forms the foundation of someone's beauty, making perfection challenging if it isn't good.

Duan Yun agreed somewhat with this view.

Because he himself stood as the best example.

At this point, the stairs had reached their end.

The scene ahead was fully visible by just a glance.

At the base of the snow mountain stood an enormous chair.

The chair was at least as tall as two stories.

It was also crafted from white bones, but these bones appeared longer and sharper.

These couldn't be human bones, as human bones wouldn't be this long.

The bones were densely stacked together to form the shape of a giant chair.

At first glance, Duan Yun and Ziyu felt those bones were like sharp swords, such that sitting carelessly might lead to being impaled.

The chair was excessively tall, making even the six-foot Duan Yun feel short like Jingming.

And in the next instant, upon seeing the figure there, the chair every bit seemed reasonable.

She was an extremely tall woman.

At least twice the height of Duan Yun; at one meter eighty, he would likely face her waistline.

The woman wore a casual red dress, and the skin exposed was bronzed, her long legs both slender and full, exuding a primal strength.

This must be the Great Heavenly Dog.

The Great Heavenly Dog depicted in the screen painting.

Duan Yun had always thought the painting on the screen was an exaggerated representation, but he never imagined such a person truly existed in this world.

A woman.

The woman wore a crimson mask on her face, with various organs piled at her feet, laboring away unceasingly.

Her hands were constantly dabbling with "snow" and organs on the ground, seemingly like kneading dough.

But upon closer examination, the details were significantly disturbing.

For what she kneaded wasn't dough, but humans.

In ancient China, there was always a legend of Nuwa creating humans.

Nuwa's creation of humans in mythology involved shaping beings using clay to give them life.

Now, the Great Heavenly Dog was molding people in a similar fashion, but it made Duan Yun utterly disgusted.

To be precise, it wasn't molding but more akin to assembling.

Duan Yun continued walking forward, deliberately increasing the force of his footsteps, echoing clear footfalls through the palace.

The Great Heavenly Dog remained busy, not pausing.

But at this moment, she did finally lift her head.

Her long hair was aflame red, like flowing fire.

Seeing Duan Yun and Ziyu, she continued to squeeze a piece of flesh and a patch of skin, saying, "In Jiu Zhou, there's an ancient saying: 'Divine Soil grants immortality.'"

"Despite obtaining the Divine Soil, why can't I mold a perfect immortal?"

She asked Duan Yun and Ziyu so bluntly, leaving both momentarily speechless.

What kind of absurd question was this?

At this point, the Great Heavenly Dog further asked, "Do you think I look like an immortal?"