Portraits floated one after another through the air along the way. The people depicted were men and women, young and old, all with chilling auras and eyes sharp as blades. At their sides lay either a Sea of Corpses and Blood or severed limbs, while all manner of haunted realms lurked within.
Every portrait hung silently in the air, dim and shadowed.
Suddenly, Pei Ling stopped.
He was already nearing the exit of the sect's secret grounds.
In the distance, soul lamps gathered like a vast ocean, surging and mighty, their presence immense.
And before him was the portrait of Patriarch Netherblood.
Pei Ling glanced at Patriarch Netherblood, walked to the side of the portrait, and took out an ancient-looking scroll. He let go.
The scroll immediately floated up, flying of its own accord to the side of Patriarch Netherblood's portrait. It slowly unfurled, revealing Pei Ling's portrait, which hung in the air just like Netherblood's.
The scroll had originally seemed entirely ordinary, and was the same size as Patriarch Netherblood's portrait. But the moment it was hung, it instantly became enormous!
With a rumble, the scroll expanded. In the blink of an eye, it surpassed Patriarch Netherblood's portrait in size, then Fu Qiong's, followed by Patriarch Heng Xie's, Patriarch Fu Chong's...
Before long, the scroll nearly filled the entire space at the entrance to the secret grounds. It had become just as vast as the scroll left by Chongming, the sect's founding patriarch!
At the same time, all the other portraits floated toward the depths of the secret grounds. In the blink of an eye, only this single portrait remained suspended in the dim space at the entrance.
Pei Ling was slightly surprised, then smiled in understanding. It seemed his legacy was just as precious as that of Chongming,