Corpse... Zhang Chen pushed open the rotting Corpse Gate and stepped inside.
A dense stench of corpses flooded his nostrils. The Corpse Gate behind him closed and immediately vanished. Right afterward, an extraordinarily violent spatial transit began. If not for Zhang Chen's grasp of space, the sudden Tear Apart Space might have crushed his body into pulp with its powerful pulses.
"This level of spatial travel puts an even greater burden on the body than traveling from the eighteenth floor of the Underworld to Ling. Could it really be as Yu Ming said—that the establishment of Apostles is connected to a higher-order world beyond the universe formed by the three parallel worlds? Onizuka said the assessment process was highly variable. I wonder what the next assessment will be like."
Zhang Chen gradually stabilized himself through the process. At the end of the spatial crossing, a set of laws beyond Ling bound every cell in his body, severely restricting his physical abilities.
"Buzz!"
A bout of ringing swept through his ears. Zhang Chen arrived in the same cube-shaped room as the previous two times, except this room was filled with an extremely dense corpse aura, and a corpse coffin stood in one corner.
"Such powerful restraint? In terms of physical fitness, I'm probably about on par with a Level 3 Jailer."
Standing at the center of the room, Zhang Chen felt as though his abilities had been weakened by hundreds or even thousands of times. His physical condition had fallen to only two or three times stronger than that of an ordinary person. However, his artistic conception and comprehension of the Dao had not been limited so drastically. After all, such levels of insight could not be diminished, only weakened.
As Zhang Chen tested the strength in his limbs, the corpse