This was a black-eyed rat, also known as a Vision-Obstructing Demon.
It was a rare and bizarre creature, half-demon and half-ghost, whose gray eye in the center of its brow could emit a kind of evil light. Once enveloped by this evil light, it could obscure a person's senses, causing them to lose their five senses.
Fortunately, this kind of demon beast was not particularly strong. It was said that even adults were mostly at the second or third rank of demon beasts.
However, one should not underestimate this kind of demon beast, as they were said to be social creatures. It was possible for a Rat King to be born within the pack. Once a Rat King appeared, its strength would definitely be at least at the fifth rank of demon beasts.
The Rat King could command hundreds or even thousands of black-eyed rats. Once they simultaneously opened their third eye, the evil light they emitted would form a ghostly miasma, trapping cultivators within.
Encountering this kind of demon beast in this place was not a good sign.
Zhang Ling did not find any wounds on the demon rat's body, so he didn't know how it died. At the same time, he could sense a faint spiritual power on its body, indicating that it had just died recently. Then, with a wave of his hand, he directly put the black-eyed rat's corpse into his storage bag.
The third eye of this demon rat was a very good material for refining treasures and was rarely seen on the market.
This made Zhang Ling even more vigilant, and he carefully went down the steps.
Rumble!
Rumble…
Suddenly, his divine sense detected a violent fluctuation of spiritual power ahead, and he also heard bursts of earth-shattering loud noises, mixed with gusts of wind.
What's going on?
Zhang Ling immediately stopped and carefully probed downwards with his divine sense.
As he probed, he discovered that the passage ended a hundred feet below. The steps led to a very large space filled with a bloody mist.
Within it, he could see waves of magical power, as if there were cultivators fighting.
In the very center of the space stood a white pagoda. Upon closer inspection, the entire pagoda seemed to be made of white jade, emitting a layer of milky white light.
The light was dazzling. Without deliberately observing, one would be attracted by the pagoda. The pagoda looked to be at least ten feet tall, and it didn't seem like a building, but more like some kind of treasure.
Through the pagoda, he could also see more than a dozen clusters of spiritual light floating within. It seemed that there were other treasures sealed inside.
Zhang Ling thought for a moment and decided to go down and take a look. If he could take that white pagoda, that would be great. This white pagoda was definitely not an ordinary treasure.
Having made his decision, he activated the spiritual light in his hand and took out an Shadow Spirit Talisman again, patting it on his body. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he put the twin-tailed cat into his spirit beast bag.
Under the blessing of the spirit talisman, Zhang Ling's figure became faint, turning into a black light and rushing towards the space below.
He concealed himself to make it easier to move around. Even if he was discovered, it wouldn't matter.
……
Before long, Zhang Ling entered the space below.
This space was very large, as if the entire mountain belly had been hollowed out. After a rough sweep, it turned out to be a circular space with a diameter of about two to three hundred feet.
The entire space was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a huge funnel. Zhang Ling carefully sneaked into the blood-colored mist.
Entering the mist, he first saw some huge pillars that could only be encircled by two people standing on the ground.
These huge pillars were engraved with spiritual patterns, but most of them had collapsed. Even those that remained intact seemed to have lost their function and had no spiritual light on them.
Being in the ghost mist, Zhang Ling no longer released his divine sense at will. He compressed his divine sense to within ten feet of his body and carefully moved towards the white jade pagoda.
At the same time, he glanced at the fight not far away. Although he didn't use his divine sense, he could roughly observe the situation there through his spirit eye technique.
Not far away, he could see a red-haired ghost, seven or eight feet tall with a single horn on its head, attacking a figure wrapped in silver light.
The aura emanating from the figure seemed to be the same as his, with both cultivations at the early stage of the Golden Core.
The red-haired ghost was dark green, and only the upper half of its body could be seen. Its lower half was a mass of rolling black air, as if it were not a physical body. However, the aura erupted by this demon ghost was extremely strong, reaching the level of a sixth-rank demon beast.
The red-haired ghost's arms were also wrapped with countless black chains, and these chains were attached with a green ghost fire. As the demon ghost danced quickly, countless chains cut through the air, creating bursts of wind.
The figure in the silver light dodged the attacking chains while casting spells. The silver light on his body was dazzling, and there was a soft popping sound. Then, silver sword lights burst out to attack.
The two sides fought fiercely, with bright white light on one side and surging black gas on the other. A violent wind howled between the two, sweeping around and forming an independent battlefield.
Zhang Ling glanced at it slightly and stopped paying attention. Since he didn't use his divine sense, he didn't penetrate the silver light to see who was inside.
He just felt that he had seen this person's methods somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. However, this person was not from the four major families, nor was he one of the foreign Golden Core cultivators.
It seemed that he might be a cultivator who, like him, was hiding his cultivation and had sneaked into this place. This person was so fast that he had arrived here one step ahead of him.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but he calmed his mind in a flash. The top priority now was to touch the white pagoda and obtain the treasure.
Although Zhang Ling was hiding his figure and couldn't use the full speed of his spiritual power, he was not slow. After a few breaths, he stood at the bottom of the white jade pagoda.
Observing this white pagoda up close, he could see clearly that it was indeed a pagoda made of white jade. The spiritual pressure emitted from it was several times stronger than that of ordinary magic weapons.
Was it a special magic weapon or an ancient treasure of an ancient cultivator? Zhang Ling speculated.
There were also more than a dozen clusters of spiritual light concentrated in the pagoda. He could vaguely see that some of the spiritual light was wrapped in knives, swords, and other objects. If these spiritual light clusters all contained magic weapons.
With so many treasures in front of him, people couldn't help but get excited. At the same time, Zhang Ling slowed down and carefully approached the pagoda.
Below the ground of the pagoda, there were also some scattered stone pillars. These pillars had collapsed to the ground and were covered with thick moss, and it seemed that they had been around for a long time.
These pillars seemed to be used to set up formations and restrictions, but they seemed to have been destroyed. As he entered within ten feet of the pagoda, Zhang Ling flicked his finger, and a small yellow light was thrown out by him and hit the white jade pagoda, but nothing happened around him.
Was he overthinking it, or had the restrictions here become ineffective?
Seeing that nothing unusual happened, Zhang Ling relaxed a little. He first circled the pagoda quickly.
This was a seven-story pagoda, each story was two feet high, but there was no entrance or exit on the pagoda. There were neither doors nor windows. Only on the walls of each floor were engraved pictures, some with flower and bird patterns, and some with ancient beasts and demons.
