Zhou You looked back. The faint light falling from the cave entrance hung above their heads not far away.
It was as if he had crawled from an ice cavern into the bottom of a lake; only by seeing the exit did he feel at ease, knowing he could retreat the way he had come and return to the surface at any time.
But reason told him that was nothing more than self-comfort.
"Venerable Zhou, what are you thinking about?"
Liu Jingguo's voice sounded by his ear.
Zhou You shook his head. "We've been down here for quite a while. Why haven't those people behind us followed? What are they wary of?"
What he did not know was that, at this very moment, Zheng Feixiong's group had already 'decoded' the words on the statue's pedestal and entered the underground through the cave entrance.
Yet the underground they entered was clearly not the same space Zhou You and Liu Jingguo had entered.
One entrance, two utterly different worlds—like two parallel lines that could never meet.
And...
Zhou You and Liu Jingguo had not seen the slightest trace of writing on the statue or its pedestal. Those lines had only appeared later.
Those lines were like bait, drawing in more powerful martial artists to discover them and join in.
Yet the space Zhou You and Liu Jingguo occupied still contained only the two of them, without a third uninvited guest.
"My hands and feet are getting hot. It's a sign, guiding me in that direction!"
Liu Jingguo's hands and feet had suffered contamination in her dream, showing signs of Phantom Fall. All flesh and blood had vanished, replaced by the shadowy hue of phantom-creature corruption.
Wherever the black shadow covered was icy cold, without the slightest warmth. Yet now, heat had returned,