"Is that so? Indeed, we share the same interests. I, the Demon King, feel as if we've known each other for a long time. I'm sure the Demon King is well aware that these young maidens are all charming and lovely. Their tearful, pleading appearances are truly delightful and exciting. In any case, I revel in it. If my foundation weren't still unstable and it weren't appropriate to be blatant, I would gladly indulge in nightly revelry, intoxicated by the blood of these women..."
“The Spirit King is destined for great things; these pleasures will come naturally later.” Thousand Buddha casually echoed from behind, yet he took only one step at a time, and with each step, one could hear the painful, weak cries of a woman, and it seemed as if one could also hear the sound of blood falling to the ground…
"We've arrived." After some time, they finally heard the Spirit King call out these two words. The surrounding mist thinned slightly, and the ground felt harder. It seemed they were no longer stepping on half-dead people. Thousand Buddha secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After they stood still, the mist around them dissipated.
After standing still, recalling what the Spirit King had said, Qianfo couldn't help but feel curious. He turned around and looked at the general area he had just walked through. Upon seeing it, he really didn't know how to express himself.
Above and to the upper left, a row of semi-circular floating stones stretched from top to bottom to the ground. Above these stones, sure enough, hung a long line of young women with pale faces, heads tilted back, their flowing, colorful hair cascading down.
Each girl's face was turned in their own direction, her head upside down, her eyes wide open with anger, injustice, and helplessness. The despair in those eyes was something even the ruthless Thousand Buddha had never seen before...
The most terrifying thing was that each of them seemed to be an empty shell, with only a huge petal above their navel, something of the same shape. These things seemed to be intentionally connected, forming an arc-shaped path. Upon closer inspection, those petals were actually...
"What you need to borrow is right ahead," King Ling said, turning around.
This guy is truly the ancestor of demons. How could he come up with such a vile trick? Even a thousand Buddhas would admit defeat and turn away with a cold face.
There seemed to be a stone cave opposite. The path beneath our feet led to the cave. Looking at both sides of the path, we saw another scene of bloodshed and carnage. There were two ditches on either side, and a strong smell of blood emanated from them.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that what was flowing in the ditch was bright red blood, emitting a faint bloody odor, making a "glug-glug" sound like boiling water.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared that there were some centipedes, scorpions, or similar creatures crawling inside...
Following behind the Spirit King, after walking less than fifty meters, they came to a wide cave. As soon as they entered, they smelled an even stronger stench of blood, and surprisingly, the smell of rotting corpses was also present in the blood.
"This is my secret blood cave. You are the first person besides me to have been here," the Spirit King said, seemingly with a hint of pride.
At this moment, the entire cave was shrouded in bloody light. Just as Qianfo reached the entrance, he heard the "glug glug!" sound of bubbles again, this time louder and more intense than before. As if sensing something, Qianfo quickened his pace and stepped inside.
The light inside the cave was even more dazzling, and blood-red light flowed everywhere. The cave, over a hundred square meters in size and at least ten meters high, seemed quite empty except for the steam rising from the center; nothing else was piled up inside.
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