A mutation referred not to the zombification of the body, like it did back on Earth, but an even more terrifying transformation. The corpse would turn into something that even Lu Yun couldn’t comprehend, and mutations that took place in ancient tombs were worse.

Su Xiaoxiao’s soul was now an immortal ghost wreaking havoc in the corpse coffin overhead, while her mutated body was fighting something unknown.

Terrifying shrieks and howls rang out from the dark pit of extreme yin before them, each of them accompanied by bursts of crimson light. Together, they propelled the water around the premises into violent water jets.

Lu Yun and Qing Han jointly shattered the water jets that rippled their way. They were both top cultivators who could rival...