There is no image of Immortal Qi pervading the air.
Nor is there a scene of flourishing splendor.
The place is filled with a sharp and pungent smell of blood.
This Immortal Cave is less than ten square meters, especially cramped.
The surroundings are not walls but masses of flesh piled up like walls.
Just like the skin of a toad, protruding here and sunken there.
The flesh around seems like a heart, pulsating and undulating.
Furthermore, the Immortal Qi here is pitifully thin.
A world apart from the palace Mo Lin resided in before.
Mo Lin spent a few hours in the Snake Immortal Palace, equivalent to staying here for a few days.
This is the Immortal Cave of an ordinary Immortal Cultivator.
At this moment, Mo Lin realized something; he was special.
The Star Constellation Snake Immortal had given Mo Lin special treatment.
"Is an Immortal Cultivator at the Magic Control Level also cultivating in such an Immortal Cave?" Mo Lin asked a question he cared about deeply.
