Before the Many-faced God had a chance to finish, a shrill howl rang out from the bottom of the pit once again, and it seemed to be imbued with thousands of years worth of resentment and hatred.

"Resentment is about to awaken," the long-haired man sighed. "Let me go and assist him."

As soon as his voice trailed off, he took a step forward, then plummeted toward the bottom of the pit like a dead weight.

It was extremely cold at the bottom of the pit. The Yin wind here had already reached an extreme level of density, causing the temperatures to plummet drastically, and even though it had only been a short time, the walls were already covered with white frost.

However, even the frost was unable to disguise the disgusting texture of the soil, which was only growing more and more hideous the lower one went down the hole. The soil on the surrounding walls were like sliced flesh, with an extremely sticky and viscous texture. Furthermore, there was a type of dark red liquid oozing out of it.

Even for those not well-versed in fengshui, it would be more than apparent that this was not a good place to be, and one couldn't help but wonder what kind of horrifying being had been sealed here.

The long-haired man was descending faster and faster,...