Soon, the two of them entered the Inheritance Hall.
Countless soul lamps bobbed up and down like a flowing river of lights. Among the star-like lamps, those that blazed like great suns hanging in the sky were especially magnificent.
In the void above the soul lamps, "Fu Qiong," dressed in plain robes, sat suspended in midair. Sensing Pei Ling's arrival, he slowly opened his eyes.
Below him, Pei Ling bowed his head in salute. "Greetings, Patriarch Fu Qiong!"
As Pei Ling paid his respects, Yin Nu had already bowed silently and slipped away.
"Fu Qiong" looked at Pei Ling and gave a slight nod.
In an instant, a blood-red staircase appeared throughout the Inheritance Hall. Starting before "Fu Qiong," it swiftly crossed the countless soul lamps and emerged at Pei Ling's feet.
The blood-red staircase seemed to be formed entirely from blood, yet it was as translucent and ethereal as an illusion, as though it had no substance.
Every step was carved with densely packed demons and ghosts. Their pairs of eyes, brimming with spite, gave shape to a palpable malice that surged and coiled around them. Black smoke streamed upward and spread throughout the hall, casting a distinct gloom over the countless soul lamps.
Patriarch "Fu Qiong" rose to his feet and said, "Come up."
Pei Ling immediately replied, "Yes!"
He stepped onto the blood-red staircase. The moment he did, he sensed a series of indescribable changes taking place around him.
It was as though he had left the Inheritance Hall in an instant, yet when he looked around, the soul lamps still floated like a sea, and nothing in the scene before him seemed out of place.
As if sensing his confusion, Patriarch "Fu Qiong" stood with his hands behind his back on the staircase and said calmly,