"Hmm, these are..."
As he passed by a tent, Su Jie caught the pungent scent of corpse decay.
Lifting the tent flap and stepping inside, Su Jie witnessed a bizarre scene.
Within the tent, there were hundreds of bodies piled up, mostly strong, young males. Judging by their clothing and the calluses on their hands, they appeared to be common civilians and not cultivators or people from the martial arts community.
Each corpse was positioned strangely—they knelt on both knees, their heads drooping low, with no visible wounds anywhere on their bodies.
"This is the aura of the Great Tao."
As Su Jie squatted down to examine the bodies, he unexpectedly sensed a trace of the Great Tao's aura. His expression immediately turned to one of surprise.