Neither of them dared linger.
They hurried to the stairs, intending to leave this floor.
"Fuck."
"Never thought we'd run into something like this."
"That was an eye-opener."
"Was that a Deity?"
This was not Jiang Qiao's first encounter with a Deity. He had dealt with the Chou God before, and had entered into a contract with Liu Ping under a Deity's witness.
Not long ago.
He had also communicated with a Deity traveling through his homeland's River of History.
The other party had passed some information to him.
But...
Having dealt with Deities did not mean he was unafraid of them.
Quite the opposite.
The more he understood Deities.
The more terrifying they became.
He would discover that their might was beyond imagination, while their secrets were beyond his reach.
At that moment.
Jiang Qiao had already set foot on the stairs leading to the Sixth Floor.
However.
Just then.
He suddenly heard an extremely faint sound behind him.
It was soft, like the creak of an old door hinge turning. Yet in the deathly silent passage, that faint sound was remarkably clear.
Jiang Qiao halted for a moment, then whipped his head around.
The iron door remained tightly shut.
It had not opened.
But his keen eyes noticed that the sturdy, heavy iron door had become somewhat "insubstantial," somewhat "ethereal."
"This is..."
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"Something's seeping through that iron door!"
The thought had barely formed.
When he immediately saw that the entire corridor also seemed to be turning "insubstantial," as though the three-dimensional world were becoming two-dimensional. The lanterns on both sides of the corridor began going out one by one.
Something even stranger happened.
As the lanterns went out, the corridor's walls, ceiling, and floor... began steadily fading, as though an invisible eraser were rubbing