"...Could this be the peril that the great powers in the chat group spoke of?"
Li Muyang, in his Ascension State, watched incredulously everything before him, witnessing the true visage of the Refinement Demon Sect's mountain gate.
There were buildings and halls erected on each piece of decaying corpse.
Every Inner Sect Disciple of the Demon Sect lived atop these chunks of flesh, stepping on rotting blood and flesh.
The streams flowing on the Suspended Islands were the blood vessels and tendons of a Demon God.
The massive waterfall cascading down from the main peak of the Demon Sect, Trampling Snow Peak, shockingly appeared as the bloodstained purple hair of the Demon God.
The sights he saw were both astonishing and terrifying.
Li Muyang stood dumbfounded, observing it all, as the mysterious and unpredictable Ascension State quietly came to an end, and he returned to his physical body.
