By the time the dust had gradually settled, Wang Yuan finally emerged from the Yin Road with composure.
The sinister and terrifying Ghost Gate had vanished without a trace, leaving only a huge, pitch-black pit in its place.
Broken, dismembered limbs were scattered everywhere.
One tree held a piece of intestine, half a skull was wedged in a bush, and two teeth hid in a stone crevice...
Many charred organs still twitched slightly, showing no sign of completely dying anytime soon, which attested to a remarkable tenacity for life.
This level of power, even in life, was probably akin to that of a Dao General; the ability to regenerate limbs was far superior to that of ordinary Daoist Soldiers.
Yet Wang Yuan had repeatedly checked the Small Book of Life and Death.
He found that during that period, amidst the numerous entries of Yin Morality, not one was worthy of a demon of the Yin God realm.
This was starkly different from the situation when Du Qiniang died.
