The Alchemy Room.
In front of an open metal secret door.
Wang Ping, Feng Miao, and Xia Yao had looks of disgust on their faces as they leaned against the wall, dry heaving. This struck the Qi Cultivators stationed in the Alchemy Room as odd. Two of them, unable to suppress their curiosity, stepped through the secret door. A moment later, they too joined the ranks of those retching.
"Monstrous… Ugh… Close the door, quickly!" Feng Miao glanced at Cai Tong, who was cowering in the corner. The man immediately walked over, intending to shut the secret door.
"Don't close it yet. We still have to go in. This whole thing…"
Before Wang Ping could finish, Guangxuan appeared at the entrance to the Alchemy Room. He looked at the retching group and said, "My spiritual sense is picking up the chaotic consciousness of countless souls, filled with despair, pain, and malice."
"It's in there. You'd better brace yourself," Xia Yao said, straightening up and pointing into the secret doorway.
