"What are you so flustered about?"
Song Wanning asked, her gaze shifting to the tall tower behind her.
The closer she got, the more potent the energy that targeted one's Divine Soul became.
'I wonder what's inside.'
"My Lady, you may not be aware, but this is the Eighteen Layers of Hell—a place specifically for imprisoning wicked souls."
"There's a Soul Cleansing Array in there that tortures Divine Souls. Even we Ghost Messengers don't dare linger inside for long. The two of us were just unlucky and drew the short straw this time. Otherwise, no one would want the job of collecting this wicked soul."
The Ghost Messenger looked helpless. There was nothing to be done about bad luck.
"My Lady, you'd best keep your distance to avoid being affected."
They offered this reminder out of kindness. Since Ghost Cultivators had their own territories and rarely came to Rebirth Valley, many of them were unaware of such things.
"I see. In that case, can I go in and take a look?"
