A faint wind blew, bringing with it the musk of decay.
Dry leaves rustled, with an occasional few fluttering down from the treetops, disappearing before they even touched the ground.
Li Fan clearly saw the faces on the leaves flickering by, twisted in pain.
In the usual course of things, anyone who saw such a strange scene would feel their hearts pound.
But in the eyes of Li Fan at this moment, the place called "Boiling Lifespan" was inexplicably wonderful.
He took a deep breath, the putrid air made sweeter as it filled his lungs.
He greedily took a few more breaths.
Looking at the cultivators dangling from the tree, he noticed that their eyes were all shrouded in darkness, their pupils unseeable, and their faces twisted in eerie grins.
Their hair was entwined with the tree branches, like ropes suspending them.
Some of the cultivators still had intact clothes.
While others appeared to have been hanging there for some time, their clothes already degraded and rotted.
