Outside a small city stood a ruined temple, filled with strangeness and overflowing with evil energy.
Zhang Xuan and Qing Ling secretly followed a group of Demon Sect disciples here.
After the Demon Sect disciples entered the temple, they vanished without a trace. It was exceedingly strange.
"Where did they go?" Qing Ling looked around, her brows tightly furrowed.
Zhang Xuan spread out his senses but failed to detect even the slightest trace of the Demon Sect disciples' auras.
Inside the ruined temple stood three clay statues—one female and two male—covered in thick dust and cobwebs.
The place was dilapidated beyond measure, yet gusts of Yin Wind swept through it, surrounded by eerie energy that sent chills down one's spine.
"Why did the Demon Sect come here? They vanished so strangely. Could there be some hidden entrance in this ruined temple?" Qing Ling murmured.
Zhang Xuan said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the three clay statues above.
"Did you find something?" Qing Ling asked when she saw him staring at them.
After a while, Zhang Xuan let out a sneer and struck the female clay statue in the center with his palm.
With a loud bang, the clay statue exploded into pieces, fragments scattering everywhere. Then crimson light flared, revealing a round, illusory gateway.
Qing Ling trembled.
Without hesitation, Zhang Xuan stepped into the round gateway.
Qing Ling froze for a moment. She had wanted to call out and stop Zhang Xuan, but he had already entered. After hesitating briefly, she followed him inside.
Once the two entered, the gateway vanished. The female clay statue that Zhang Xuan had shattered strangely restored itself, and moments later, the ruined temple returned to its original appearance.
The scene shifted in an instant. Zhang Xuan and Qing Ling appeared inside a magnificent