"What the hell is going on?"
The scene before him was absurd beyond belief, but Li Mo's attention was solely fixed on the high-level entities, whose oppressive aura made his skin crawl.
Amid the dense fog stood twelve colossal figures, each with a cultivation level above the Divine Separation Stage.
Their condition was bizarrely grotesque, as though their bodies and souls teetered on the brink of collapse, their flesh and bones contorted and malformed, emanating an unbearable stench.
It seemed they had just wriggled out of narrow containers, akin to the Boxed Man.
Li Mo's close proximity triggered a torrent of feedback from the Creation Book, laden with information about Taoist and Demon cultivators from the era before the cosmic upheaval.
All twelve had lived for over ten thousand years without exception.
And, for reasons unknown, their bodies and souls had been trapped inside common, narrow containers—clearly intended for the Twelve Immortals.
