The passageway was not long, and none of the dangers one might have imagined appeared. As a result, none of Witch's secret preparations came in handy—she caught up with Instructor Song, who had left the marks.
They were inside an ancient circular building.
At that moment, Song Ying was crouching in the center of a circular platform surrounded by numerous pillars.
Seeing this, A Nan instantly leaped up... True Man Gongyang had lost all his cultivation and could not jump up, so he could only climb with both hands—but the ape's arms were incredibly strong, and his speed was surprisingly decent.
"Big Sis, what did you find?" A Nan asked curiously.
Instructor Song was caressing the patterns on the platform and pondering. "This should be an abandoned altar. Look at these grooves. They're dark brown, so they probably need to be filled with blood."
"Is this an altar of the Thousand Year Demonic Cult?" A Nan asked instinctively.
Instructor Song thought for a moment. "There are quite a few ruins of the Thousand Year Demonic Cult. Even today, there are still some that haven't been excavated. When the Demonic Cult was at its most active, it was said to have built one hundred and eight demonic temples to worship the Thousand Year Demon Lord... This should be one of them."
"Then..." Xie Nan's heart stirred. "Could it be that part of the reason the cage base was built was to conceal the existence of this demonic temple?"
Instructor Song merely shook her head. She would not jump to conclusions about unverified matters.
"This really is a demonic temple?" True Man Gongyang had already climbed up. "Could there still be demonic treasures inside?"
"Anyone could tell that's impossible, couldn't they?" A Nan rolled her eyes. "Didn't you think about it? When