What horrified Su Changyu even more was that the faces of the corpses littering the ground were identical to that of the white-haired cultivator, as if they were all his own corpses!

Despite priding himself on his resolute will and extraordinary mental fortitude, Su Changyu couldn't help but break into a cold sweat at this nightmarish and chilling scene.

“Heh, don't be so tense. They're just dead men; what’s there to fear? You should know, the living are far more terrifying than the dead.” The white-haired cultivator spoke in an unnerving tone.

With a casual flick of his finger, a table and chairs rose from the ground.

"Sit. Enjoy the view. It's been many years since anyone visited this place."

After the initial shock of the strange, repeated voices and the horrifying surroundings, Su Changyu gradually...