This was Avici.
There were countless cultivators from all over the place who had barged in this time round. Su Zimo was still being hunted by two Perfected Immortals and did not have the mood to save anyone he did not know.
However, that voice reminded him of someone he had never met before.
Pausing for a moment, Su Zimo changed directions and followed the voice.
After taking a few steps, a tunnel appeared in front of him, connected to the mountain peak.
After Su Zimo passed through the tunnel, the environment before him underwent another huge change.
It was like an endless desert with corpses strewn everywhere. Many cultivators had flesh and blood remaining—it was clear that they had died not long ago.
Unlike the situation in the karst cave behind him, the corpses of these cultivators were swollen and their skin was greenish-black. They emitted a foul stench and pus blood flowed beneath them.
