Shenzhu Shihui clung to the ceiling, fully dematerializing her form to hide, floating within this vast mansion.
The Ihui Main Family's house appeared to be scarcely inhabited, with hardly a few living souls to be seen in the rear half of the dwelling aside from Ihui Nai Luo and Ihui Guangjiu Juju, who lived in the front portion.
Only a sparse number of servants were visible.
Not even a single heavenly creature could be seen.
Shenzhu Shihui maintained her own pace and continued to grope forward.
She felt it now.
That scent of soul decay and ruin was drawing nearer.
Shenzhu Shihui swiftly floated forward.
After passing through a couple more rooms, she finally arrived at a large door fastened with enormous copper locks.
This door bore the Divine Pattern that had been worshipped by generations of the Ihui Main Family.
The ancient-looking lock was intimidating—
