Nine Curves Road.
It had been two or three years.
Gu Qingfeng once again stepped into this place.
Compared to before, the sinister aura of the Nine Curves Road had become even more intense. It was as if this place truly was a forbidden realm for living beings, permeated everywhere with the aura of desolation.
Gu Qingfeng looked ahead into the void, where a Buddha's phantom sat cross-legged, as if thousands of souls knelt and worshipped beneath him. This scene, which should have been utterly sacred, was now pervaded by eerie and strange vibes.
Because the Buddha was bleeding, none of his body retained any hint of sanctity or grandeur; only decay and rot were present. The once golden body of the Buddha had now turned putrid.
Underneath him, the thousands of believers also seemed like walking corpses.
In the instant he looked at the Evil Buddha, their bloodied, hollow eyes met his.
In that moment,
