As time continued, the scent of blood grew increasingly potent.
Finally.
Ji Haoyuan clearly saw thick, viscous blood spreading from the corridor at the end of the cabin.
What made Ji Haoyuan feel horrified was that within that blood, he saw numerous corpses, pale and bloated.
The faces of those corpses were indistinguishable, but judging from the residual aura emanating from them, these corpses must have once been extraordinary individuals.
This immediately made him recognize a danger that was enough to threaten his life.
I must leave here immediately!
Ji Haoyuan dared not linger any longer and turned to leave at once.
Yet, just as he turned, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a golden sheet of paper silently floating amidst those corpses.
On the surface of that golden paper were dense texts carved endlessly.
The few words at the top were startlingly compelling to him.
Taoyi Daojing!
What kind of classic can be named Daojing?
