"This city is really terrifying."
In an area below the tower, a cultivator with a helmet was meditating. He had been here for a long time.
Zha Gu had been sitting here ever since he had woken up from his coma. He had been sensing the various changes that had occurred in his body.
He felt hopeless and lost, not knowing what to do next.
Before he accepted the transformation, he had once fantasized that his master could save him from danger.
However, the helmet's function had perfectly concealed Zha Gu's identity. Outsiders simply couldn't determine his identity through his aura.
Other than internal members, they were not allowed to reveal their identity to outsiders, or they would be severely punished.
The feelers of the helmet penetrated deep into the brain and could sense the changes in the mind. The captives would not be given any chance to take advantage of it.