Seeing this, Qianfo felt a chill in his heart, and the steps he had taken suddenly shrank.

"Hurry up and follow! Otherwise, if anything happens to you at the back, I won't be responsible." King Ling said this arrogantly, his tone laced with sarcasm.

What kind of world hasn't the Demon King seen? If he backs down now, being laughed at by him is secondary; the real danger is endless trouble. Qianfo gritted his teeth, lifted his leg, and followed...

A gray mist shrouded a long, narrow passage, from which faint, mournful cries could be heard. Every now and then, red specks of blood would appear in the mist, and gurgling sounds of bubbles would rise from somewhere.

Following closely behind the Spirit King, they stepped up one by one, descending downwards. The ground beneath their feet was sometimes soft and sometimes hard, yet they could never see what lay beneath their feet.

He attempted to use magic to illuminate his own eyes. Thousand Buddhas soon discovered that once he entered this long passage, it seemed as if all his magic was rendered useless.

"Don't bother, even if I were to enter this place, I wouldn't be able to use magic," Wenlong suddenly spoke up, as if sensing the Demon King's unusual behavior.

"Then, Spirit King, can you tell me? Where is this place? And why is it like this?"

"Demon King, you should focus on your own path first. After all, some things, if said aloud, might disgust you."

"Hmph! King Ling is overthinking it. Haven't I experienced enough disgusting things? I'm afraid there's nothing in this world that can disgust me, so you don't need to worry about this. Just tell me so I can see for myself."

“Alright, then I’ll tell you. This is the intestines of a thousand people. Because the resentment is too deep, no magic or spiritual power can be used here, including mine,” the Spirit King said calmly. The Demon King was still confused. “I suppose the Demon King is wondering what the intestines of a thousand people are. They are actually the intestines of so-called beautiful women, formed by solidification, and their bodies are located below the intestines.”

As for these women, some are dead, and some are still alive, which is why you heard those cries. How lucky they are, all of them have been favored by me. The dead are hard, and the living are soft. You must be wondering why there isn't a strong smell of blood despite so many dead women. That's not surprising! Because most of them were my maids, and these maids have one thing in common: they all have an alluring fragrance. However, after serving me once, this fragrance fades. I never like to use women a second time, but I didn't want to waste it either, so I left the fragrance to build this place. How about it? I bet the Demon King has never used such intestines, hahaha!

"The Spirit King is brilliant!" Thousand Buddha exclaimed in admiration, but secretly gasped for breath. Unconsciously, he tiptoed and felt a chill creep up from the soles of his feet.

This guy is even more ruthless than I am. He brought me here this time, probably to take advantage of that and put me in his place.

As Thousand Buddhas pondered inwardly, after the Spirit King finished laughing, he suddenly turned back and looked at the Demon King, the blue light in his eyes turning red. "What specific thoughts does the Demon King have on this? Don't you think it's a bit unusual?"

"Hehe, hahaha!" This time, the laughter was no longer sinister, but contained a hint of embarrassment. However, Qianfo quickly stopped laughing, put his hands behind his back, and strode forward with his head held high. "What's so special about this? In my eyes, even if I were to eat them, it would be nothing surprising, and I wouldn't feel the slightest bit reluctant."