Realizing this, the pagoda spirit looked towards the eerie aura with an extremely solemn expression.
Shen Yuan, on the other hand, continued to speak to the pagoda spirit:
"Do you know the origin of these eerie auras?"
With a dignified face, the pagoda spirit drew back its gaze, waved its hand, and the view in front of it began to change, spreading towards the entire Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda.
The worlds of Hell unfolded in this void like canvases.
The pagoda spirit pointed to the ghost objects in the 18 Levels of Hell who were suffering and wailing, and said earnestly:
"These eerie auras all come from the evil spirits within the 18 Levels of Hell."
Shen Yuan looked intently at the evil spirits undergoing their torment. Under the envelopment of the Netherworld's will, nothing could escape, and all the evil spirits could feel an intangible pressure weighing on their hearts.
Under the trembling of their souls, they momentarily forgot the pain and torture they were enduring.
