387: Chapter 387 The Thunder Seal Shatters the Mental Shock, Revealing the True Face of the Little Girl with Stitched Skin!

An eyeless little girl sat in the shadow of a stone pillar. Holding a rusty long needle, she was sewing a complete human skin stitch by stitch.

The facial features of the human skin were very clear.

Qin Xueji saw the appearance of the human skin and let out a short, terrified cry. Her hands tightly gripped Bai Li's sleeve, her whole body turning cold.

The facial features of the human skin the little girl was sewing were unexpectedly identical to Qin Xueji's.

"Fresh fabric. It feels very smooth." The little girl's voice was crisp, like an innocent child's. She held up the human skin in her hands, facing Su Yang's group.

"Which of you will try it on? My doll will surely like it."

Mary felt a chill. Flapping her black bat wings, she flew into mid-air.

"How disgusting. Little monster, using a dead person's skin to play ghost." Mary's ten fingers extended sharp, blood-colored claws, preparing to rush down and tear the little girl to pieces.

"Back off." Su Yang's voice was flat, without the slightest ripple.

Mary stopped in mid-air and pouted her rosy lips in dissatisfaction, but still obediently retreated behind Su Yang.

With his hands in his casual pants' pockets, Su Yang's gaze swept over the thousands of transparent glass jars on the surrounding walls. The green preservative liquid in the jars bubbled with tiny bubbles. Connected to the bottom of each brain was a thread emitting a faint blue light.

All the threads converged on the giant copper pillar in the center.

"Su Yang, there's something strange about these brains." Bai Li fanned her circular fan, her purple eyes filled with solemnity.

"They were all high-level Cultivators in life. Their brains were dug out while they were still alive and sealed in jars. Deep resentment remains within the brains."

Hearing Bai Li's words, the little girl split her serrated mouth and laughed.

"Big sister is so smart. They are all the Tower Master's collectibles. Soon, you will also become collectibles in the jars."

The little girl reached out and grabbed a main blue line connected to the copper pillar. She pulled it hard.

Buzz!

The giant copper pillar in the center emitted a piercing resonant sound.

Thousands of glass jars on the walls lit up with an eerie blue light simultaneously. The green preservative liquid boiled violently. Every brain inside the jars seemed to regain life, beginning to throb frantically.

Thump! Thump!

The frequency of thousands of brains throbbing at once converged into an invisible, terrifying sound wave.

This wasn't a physical attack, but a pure Mental Energy shock!

A mental storm, like a tsunami, instantly swept through the entire circular space.

Mary, bearing the brunt of it, let out a scream. She felt as if a steel needle had been violently thrust into her mind. Losing her balance, she fell directly from mid-air to the ground, rolling in pain with her hands clutching her head.

Qin Xueji's eyes rolled back. The scene before her distorted. She saw countless headless, bloody corpses stretching out withered palms to pounce on her, wanting to dig out her brain.

"Get away!" Qin Xueji waved her hands wildly with her eyes closed.

Bai Li quickly propped up a Purple Demonic Power Shield, protecting everyone in the center.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The invisible mental shockwaves slammed into the purple shield. The shield's surface was immediately covered with dense cracks.

"A collective of resentment from tens of thousands of Cultivators; the Mental Energy is too immense. The shield won't last long." Bai Li's expression became very serious.

Chu Ling gritted her teeth, Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Cold Qi circulating on her body's surface as she tried to resist the piercing pain entering her mind.

Su Yang stood in place, his expression normal. His Divine Soul at the Soul Transformation Stage was like an indestructible divine mountain; the external mental storm blowing against him didn't even cause a ripple.

"A bunch of dead people's brains, yet you want to overturn the heavens."

Su Yang withdrew his right hand. He flipped his wrist.

The purple-gold Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Seal materialized in his palm. Thunder specifically counters all evil and resentment, making it the perfect Magic Treasure for dealing with Mental Energy attacks.

The Pure Yang True Qi within Su Yang's body poured into the Divine Thunder Seal.

"Break."

Su Yang tossed the Divine Thunder Seal into the air.

The purple-gold seal expanded rapidly with the wind, transforming into a thunderous divine mountain dozens of zhang high. The bottom of the seal flashed with blinding purple-blue electric light.

Boom!

Ten thousand purple lightning bolts, like a violent storm, struck directly at the surrounding walls.

Indiscriminate thunder bombardment.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The glass jars on the walls could not withstand the high temperature and destructive power of the lightning, exploding one after another. The green preservative liquid splashed everywhere, covering the floor.

The brains, losing the protection of their containers, were directly exposed to the air. Purple lightning struck the brains, instantly turning them into clumps of charred ash.

The blue neural threads connecting the brains to the copper pillar were all burned through under the baptism of lightning.

Screams echoed in the air. These remaining resentments were completely annihilated under the bombardment of the heavenly thunder.

In less than half a minute.

The thousands of jars on the walls were cleared away completely. A strong smell of burning and chemicals filled the circular space.

The mental shockwaves vanished instantly.

Mary stopped rolling and scrambled up from the ground, shaking her dizzy head. Qin Xueji also broke free from the illusion, panting heavily, her clothes on her back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Boss's thunder seal is so useful. My head almost exploded from the pain." Mary spoke with lingering fear.

The little girl looked at the wall full of broken jars and let out a shrill scream.

"You destroyed my toys! You all must die!"

The little girl stood up and threw away the human skin in her hands. Her small body was like a gray phantom, instantly crossing dozens of meters to rush in front of Su Yang.

The rusty long needle in her hand transformed into a slender black spike. The surface of the spike flowed with a dark green, poisonous light.

The spike aimed straight for Su Yang's throat. Its speed was as fast as lightning.

Chu Ling's figure flashed, blocking Su Yang's side. An eerie blue ice sword condensed in her hand, hacking down toward the black spike.

Crack.

The ice sword collided with the spike.

Chu Ling's expression changed slightly. The poison on the black spike was extremely corrosive. The incredibly hard Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Sword was actually corroded, leaving a notch. The dark green poisonous gas quickly spread up the ice sword.

Making a prompt decision, Chu Ling directly dispersed the ice sword in her hand and stepped back two paces.

"Boss, this thing is highly toxic." Chu Ling warned.

Su Yang didn't retreat. His left hand reached out like an iron pincer, two fingers accurately pinching the incoming black spike.

The little girl pushed forward with force, but the spike didn't budge an inch.

"A mere broken needle, yet you dare to show it off."

A ball of golden Pure Yang True Fire ignited at Su Yang's fingertips. The high temperature instantly enveloped the spike.

Sizzle!

The black spike, along with the poison on it, melted directly into a puddle of green molten iron, dripping onto the ground.

Su Yang's right hand turned into a claw, grabbing the little girl by the neck and lifting her into the air.

Suspended in the air, the little girl's hands and feet struggled desperately. The coarse black threads snapped, and her sewn-up eye sockets split open.

There were no eyeballs in the sockets, only two fat white maggots wriggling constantly. The maggots made a hissing sound, looking extremely terrifying.

"The Tower Master is right above! You will all have your brains dug out and soaked in water!" The little girl spat out a vicious curse.

"Too much nonsense. Go down and join your toys."

Su Yang applied force with his five fingers.

With a crisp crack, the little girl's neck was snapped directly.

Pure Yang True Fire erupted from his palm, instantly engulfing the little girl's body completely. Together with the maggots in her eye sockets, they were burned clean.

A pile of white ash drifted to the ground.

A black wooden key fell from the white ash. Strange patterns were carved on the key.

Su Yang picked up the wooden key.

Looking around, there were no stairs leading to the floor above.

Holding the key, Su Yang walked to the giant copper pillar in the center. There was a keyhole on the surface of the copper pillar that matched the shape of the key.

Su Yang inserted the wooden key into the hole and gave it a hard twist.

Rumble.

The giant copper pillar emitted a dull sound of mechanical rotation. It slowly sank into the ground.

In the very center of the ceiling, a square opening cracked open. A wooden staircase slowly descended from the opening, extending all the way to the floor.

Above the stairs, there was no thick Yin Qi or smell of blood as expected.

Instead, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted down. Along with the sandalwood, there was also a faint, melodious sound of chanting.

"Chanting?" A hint of doubt flashed in Bai Li's purple eyes. "How could there be Buddhist chanting in an evil place like the Nine Nether Tower?"

Smelling the sandalwood, Qin Xueji felt her mind clear up quite a bit.

"Boss, it seems very quiet up there. Completely different from below."

Su Yang put his hands back into his pants' pockets.

"The more peaceful it pretends to be, the more ghosts there are in its heart. Let's go up and see what kind of thing this Tower Master who digs out people's brains really is."

Su Yang took the lead and stepped onto the wooden staircase.

The stairs made a slight creaking sound.

The group walked up the stairs.

Passing through the opening in the ceiling, the scene before them underwent an earth-shaking change.

There were no dark walls or terrifying traps here.

This was a very elegantly decorated, massive study. The floor was covered with a soft wool carpet. High mahogany bookshelves were placed against the walls all around, filled with various ancient books.

Several bronze incense burners were placed in the corners of the room, with curls of green smoke drifting out. A faint scent of sandalwood filled the entire room.

Sunlight shone in through several bright windows.

Outside the windows was unexpectedly a fake blue sky with white clouds. Clearly, it was an illusion created using some profound illusion array.

In the very center of the study sat a large desk.

A white-robed old man with gray hair sat behind the desk. Holding a writing brush, he was seriously writing something on a bamboo scroll.

The old man had a kind face, without a trace of evil energy on him; instead, he exuded an air of celestial grace.

Hearing someone come up, the old man stopped his brush and slowly raised his head.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"You have come from afar, and I have failed to welcome you properly. I am the Nine Nether Tower Master; my apologies."

The old man's voice was gentle, making one feel like they were in a spring breeze. It was impossible to associate him with the cruel glass jars on the floor below.

Su Yang looked at the pretentious old man before him, a cold smile curling his lips.

"Stop acting. All the sandalwood in this room can't hide the smell of blood on you."