The influence of a supreme prodigy like that was far too great. Once they decided to support her towards the apex of the cultivation community, they would be the only ones left to taste the bitter consequences.
Several thousand years ago, the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga had once produced a buddhist prodigy that could be described as supreme, but in the end, the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga suffered heavy losses, almost falling into decline. With this as an example, how could the Dauntless monk afford the slightest carelessness? He asked the Unraging monk again, "And why do you want to accept this kid as your disciple?"
"I just find him pleasing to the eye." The Unraging monk chuckled. He could sense something special from Li Qingshan.
Just when the Dauntless monk was about to ask further, the Unraging monk said, "Look, they've already arrived."
It was as if they had been sucked into a black swirl, all the way to the bottom, passing through and entering another world.
Li Qingshan and Little Ann stood hand in hand and looked around. They had already arrived in a splendid room. The floor was paved with golden bricks, and the walls were covered in golden foil, detailed with graceful patterns. It was like an imperial palace, forming a sharp contrast with the dilapidated stone door of the Demon Suppression hall.
However, when Li Qingshan studied the surroundings carefully, he discovered this was not an imperial palace, but a prison.
The room they were in was a cage. Before them was a row of glistening, golden bars, sealing off the path out. On the other side of the bars was a similar room.
Li Qingshan went up and gave it a gentle push. With a crack, the cell door opened.
They arrived in a wide passageway, which was also splendid. However, on the two sides of the passageway were cages of various sizes.
Li Qingshan asked in confusion, "Why is the Demon Suppression hall built like a prison?"
When the Demon Suppression hall was first established, it did indeed serve the purpose of a prison. The monks of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga captured and subdued demonic cultivators, throwing them into the Demon Suppression hall to watch over them and give them an opportunity to turn over a new leaf.
However, during the millennia since the founding of Great Xia, the world had been at peace. The demonic cultivators had retired, and the conflict between righteousness and evil no longer existed. Even if there were cultivators who committed crimes, the Hawkwolf Guard would kill and capture them. It was not the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga's turn to take action.
As a result, the cultivators of the Demonic Dao who were suppressed at that time either put down their butcher knives and converted to Buddhism or died of old age in there. The original purpose of the Demon Suppression Hall gradually fell into disuse, but a new purpose was born. It became a training ground for disciples.
The truly great sects always maintained vigilance at all times. They understood the nature of fighting and killing in the cultivation world, and they would never be corrupted by the illusion of 'peace in the world'. They would sharpen their blades at all times, preparing to face the fighting and killing. If they had only relied on scriptures, buddhist dharma, and benevolence, the monastery would have been destroyed countless times over a long time ago.
Although the internal competition could maintain a sense of competition, it was far from a real fight to the death. As a result, whether it was the Sword Collection palace or the Xuanyin sect, they all built similar places.
"Ah!"
A mournful scream came from the end of the corridor, filled with pain and unwillingness. His voice reverberated in this dazzling prison, causing people to feel a chill in their hearts.
Li Qingshan narrowed his eyes and restrained his aura. He flew to the end of the corridor and was slightly surprised. All he saw was a group of people lying on the ground, huddled together. Blood flowed out from between them, dyeing the golden tiles red.
A child around seven or eight years old in the middle had been disemboweled. They were currently taking out his organs and shoving them into their mouths. The child was still not dead. He struggled as hard as he could, screaming out in pain and hatred.
"Stop!" Li Qingshan bellowed, and the group of people turned around. They were all covered in blood, and their faces were twisted. It was just like a classic scene from a zombie movie in his past life.
However, to Li Qingshan's surprise, they did not lunge over immediately. The burliest man even wiped away the blood on his face and asked, "Are you new?"
His tone was rather strange, but he was clearly intelligent, not a mad beast. However, he did not feel like there was anything wrong with what he was doing at all. The child was still shrieking. It was an extremely strange sight.
"Release him!" Li Qingshan was taken aback. He called out coldly. He never thought such a horrible thing would happen in the renowned Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. These monks were far more vicious than he had imagined them to be.
"You want to eat him?" The burly man's expression changed, but his tone seemed like he was talking about a pig or a sheep, not a child.
At this moment, Little Ann caught up as well, arriving beside Li Qingshan. The burly man's eyes lit up, shining with undisguised lust. His lower body immediately changed, and he stood up without the slightest hint of shame.
The other men were the same. They opened their mouths and drooled. They were clearly human, yet they suddenly seemed like wild beasts in heat.
"Is that woman yours? Give her to me, or die! "
The man pointed at Little Ann and said to Li Qingshan. Before he had even finished speaking, there was a bang, and his head exploded like a watermelon. Blood and brain matter splattered across the golden wall on the side.
"Use your head before you speak!"
Li Qingshan pulled his foot back as he said.
Awooo!
The other men all lunged over madly. Their veins bulged and their muscles bulged. Their fangs protruded from their mouths as they howled like wild beasts.
Peng peng peng peng!
A group of headless corpses fell to the ground. Blood flowed freely, broken bones and brain matter splattered everywhere.
Li Qingshan found it strange. These people were far stronger than normal humans, but they did not seem like cultivators. They could not even be considered wild beasts. Wild beasts would always hide in the face of danger, but these people seemed to be driven by their own desires.
The child no longer screamed. He propped himself up and stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, stuffing the organs and intestines that had been pulled out back into his stomach. His vitality was unbelievably strong. He then pounced on the headless corpses beside him and began to gnaw on them. He was not whipping the corpses for revenge, but simply eating because he was hungry.
Li Qingshan felt a sense of absurdity, and did not know what to say. After the child had his fill, the wound on his stomach had mostly healed.
The child asked shyly, "Thank you for saving me. Can I follow you?"
"What's your name? Who are they? Why … "Li Qingshan paused," Eat you? "
"I'm Duoge, and this is my father. I don't know anyone else, so why do you want to eat me? It's obviously because I'm hungry! " The child called 'Duoge' pointed at the first man whose head Li Qingshan had blown up with a kick and said in a serious manner.
Afterwards, he waved his arms and promoted himself, "I can help you fight. If you're hungry, you can eat me too. My flesh is very tender." He swiveled his eyes slyly and pointed at the corpses on the ground, including his father's. "These can be eaten for many days!"
Li Qingshan felt like his brain was lacking. These "people" were not powerful, but the things they did and the things they said were terrifying. This was the ultimate proof of the evil nature of the "people". They were so repulsive that they could not look at them directly.
The father led a group of people to eat the child, and the child treated the father as food. If regular people were here, their outlook on life and values would probably be severely impacted.
In reality, there were indeed many disciples of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga who were unable to endure the tremendous pressure of the mind during the trials of the Demon Suppression hall, going mad and suffering from qi deviation. Disciples with such weak wills were not worth paying attention to no matter how talented they were.
Don't tell me they're slaughtering and devouring one another just because they're trapped here and have nothing to eat? No, it's not that simple. These people are basically doing these things as a matter of course. They don't feel any remorse from their conscience at all, much less any so-called mental torture.
The Dauntless monk had been observing the situation in the Demon Suppression hall the entire time. He discovered that Little Ann's gaze did not even waver at all the entire time. That was no longer simple coldness or callousness. Instead, it was disregard. It was disregard, disregard the bloody sight, disregard the horrific devouring.
The Dauntless monk was unable to tell whether he should be happy or worried. Everyone wanted their disciple to have a firm will, but to be so firm to such a degree was slightly strange or even terrifying. It had completely exceeded her age. There was only one thing he was certain of. She did not have a so-called "heart of benevolence".
And, Li Qingshan did not hold back at all. Originally, he was considering whether he should remind them that they were not truly human when they appeared before them, but as it seemed, there was no need for that at all.
"Duoge, do you know where the exit is?"
Li Qingshan asked. Although he knew the Dauntless monk would not spare them so easily, he still had to try and find an exit himself.
Duoge said, "There's no exit. Once you enter, you can't leave anymore."
Li Qingshan said, "Is there really nothing special about it?"
Duoge hesitated. Li Qingshan immediately said, "Take us there!"
Duoge dared not turn him down. He picked up a corpse and pointed at the other corpses. "It's very far. You can eat along the way too!" He was worried that Li Qingshan and the others would run out of food and try to eat him.
"Leave the corpses behind. Let's go!"
Duoge left the corpses behind and quickly led the way. He glanced back reluctantly, not because of his father, but because he was reluctant to part with the food.
"There's meat!" "There's food!"
Soon after they left, another group of people entered, crouching on the ground and munching away. They ate happily.
The prison was like a maze. The paths twisted and turned, constantly branching off. Its surface area was even larger than that of the Great Buddha Mountain. This was definitely not an ordinary palace built underground.
He constantly came across people along the way, and basically all of them were young men. As soon as they saw Little Ann, they lunged over like bulls in heat. They were all extremely strong, moving like the wind. They were roughly on par with Iron Plate corpses.
Li Qingshan obviously slaughtered his way over without holding back. He discovered that some of the people clearly possessed some deformities that were "not human", such as the huge lumps on their foreheads, their protruding backs, their disfigured skin, and their sharp claws and teeth. Normally, the more obvious the deformities, the more powerful they were.
Li Qingshan's doubts grew deeper and deeper. Just who were they? Why had they become like this? And why were they trapped in the Demon Suppression hall?
The further he ventured, the stronger the enemies became. Some of them even vaguely surpassed the level of Corpse Soldiers, approaching the strength of Corpse Generals. He could not help but recall the Unraging monk's warning.
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