Pitch-black underground space.
Five corpses lay at Zhu Danqing's feet: a youth, three young men, and a middle-aged man. Their appearances grew progressively more mature, and their strength steadily increased with age.
By the time the middle-aged man appeared, he was already at the Human Grandmaster realm. Even Zhu Danqing, an Earth Grandmaster, had needed a fierce battle to defeat him.
Under the force of his fists' intent, a powerful distorted force field formed around him.
Within this force field, the uninvited guests who appeared one after another did not vanish into smoke after dying. Instead, they froze in their final moments.
Yet though the three figures looked lifelike, they actually possessed neither flesh, blood, nor martial intent. Only empty shells remained.
"Truly bizarre. It can create things from the void—flesh and blood included!"
Zhu Danqing came from the Northern Profound Zhu Clan. He had once served as governor of one of the six northern provinces, and after leaving office, he had departed home to roam the lands and take in the sights.
While passing through this region, he had accidentally discovered a great number of Strong Martial cultivators gathering near the temple—only for them to suddenly disappear.
The matter was exceedingly strange.
Following the traces, Zhu Danqing arrived at the temple and saw the broken statue and the hole torn open in the ground before its base.
The few lines of writing on the pedestal looked more like a trap meant to cover up the truth.
Upon entering the underground space, however, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. This was a method akin to an Earth Grandmaster building a city, dividing out an independent space.
In theory, a single entrance could lead to countless underground spaces. Even if tens of millions entered, they might never meet one another.