Jin You found herself in a chaotic, dark purple space, where cracked black stone slabs floated on the ground, and a lava-like crimson glow flowed through the fissures. The sky was hung with countless jagged bone spikes, the air was filled with the scent of sulfur and decay, and time seemed to stagnate.
Suddenly, from the rift in the space, a bone staff as white as forest reached out—a staff over seven feet long, composed of hundreds of vertebrae, with a half-beating dark red heart embedded in its top, each thread of blood like a live serpent entwining it.
The staff bearer was hunched like a bent bow, draped in tattered, charred burial shroud, revealing half a face covered in scaly scabs from beneath the withered hair. The only intact left eye was as murky as gray amber, yet a ghostly blue soul fire burned deep in its pupil.
Bai Puxiang's coarse and hoarse voice echoed, "A half-demon, even the Bai Family now allows such a half-demon to enter."
