This was an extremely peculiar building.
It seemed not to belong to this world, as if it had been summoned from another dimension.
The building's overall design was unique, filled with an aura of mystery and terror.
It stood in the most inconspicuous corner of Dead Spirit City, as if to hide its existence, preventing people from discovering it.
Myriad overlapping streets and alleys concealed it tightly; only those intimately familiar with Dead Spirit City could find its trace.
Standing in a corner of an alley, hands tucked into his sleeves, Qi Xiu quietly observed the mysterious building that greatly resembled a ritual altar.
Through the Observing Qi Skill, at the top of the building, a massive black banner hundreds of meters tall fluttered wildly in the wind, beckoning black tornado-like storms out of the void with every sway.
Within this storm, countless expressionless, ashen-faced lost souls were twirling.
