Seeing an Immortal Master had come to save them, hope for survival kindled within the mortals in the cages. They began kowtowing to Su Changyu.
Su Changyu gritted his teeth and held on.
Just as his spiritual qi was about to be exhausted, two bizarre voices spoke simultaneously.
“Why? Why would a cultivator like you bother saving these mortals?” “Why? Why would a cultivator like you bother saving these mortals?”
Su Changyu started in alarm, turning toward the voice.
A cultivator with snow-white hair, appearing somewhat aged, had somehow appeared behind him.
The man stared at Su Changyu with a deranged look, murmuring the question.
For a moment, Su Changyu didn’t know how to answer.
He had left Great Li and shed the life of a mortal only a little over a decade ago. From then on, he had stayed on a deserted island, living with family and friends.
He’d never really embraced the notion of a rigid divide between cultivators and mortals. Seeing people in distress and lending a hand was simply instinctual.
The man, observing Su Changyu’s flustered expression, let out a scornful laugh.
With a casual wave of his hand, the fiercely burning flames instantly dissipated.
Su Changyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
“Come with me.” “Come with me.”
Again, the two voices spoke as one.
A nearby door swung open, and Su Changyu followed the man inside.
The chaotic scene within startled him. It looked deliberately vandalized—the floor was littered with shattered bones and remains. Some were human; others belonged to various exotic beasts.
In the middle of the passage lay a small dog with human hands for limbs and a belly covered in eyes.
The white-haired cultivator seemed indifferent to it all. He casually swept the debris aside, clearing a path.
Su Changyu followed carefully.
At the end of the passage was a staircase leading downward.
The man glanced back at Su Changyu. He smiled mysteriously as if motioning for Su Changyu to follow. Then he descended slowly.
The entire place was steeped in an aura of eeriness. Su Changyu took a deep breath, considered for a moment, and still chose to walk down the stairs.
His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the space below. When the surroundings came into focus, a chill instantly surged into Su Changyu’s heart.
The area wasn’t particularly large, yet it was densely packed with hundreds of corpses.
Most of these bodies were already shattered, like ragdolls that had been viciously torn apart, the various body parts scattered irregularly across the ground.
It was a scene of true horror, resembling a hellscape.