All kinds of cacophonous sounds suddenly exploded by his ears.
It was no longer a single voice or a few voices, but thousands upon thousands of utterly different screeches, whispers, manic laughter, weeping, curses… merging into a formless, intangible yet heavy and viscous tide of sound that slammed brutally against his Divine Soul.
The so‑called "Tower Forest" before his eyes was not in the usual shape of a Buddha Tower, but a cluster of black stone towers, some tall, some short, all twisted in form.
The tower bodies were riddled with apertures of varying depth and indescribable carved marks; each tower was like a throbbing heart, spewing outward visible wisps of black‑gray mist, thick and thin.
All of it was the mottled Demonic Qi forcibly confined here.
"Ugh…"
Li Yan let out a muffled groan, feeling as though countless steel needles were stirring inside his skull, about to mash his brain and his reason together into pulp.
