Hua Yu drew a deep breath.
She pressed her withered hands against the stone doors and pushed hard.
Rumble!
The stone doors, sealed for untold years, slowly swung open.
A rotten smell washed over them.
Yan Kui frowned deeply.
He looked at Hua Yu. "Second Priest, is the Saintess really here?"
"Of course."
Hua Yu sounded certain.
The two stepped inside.
It was an ancient underground palace, built countless years ago.
Its vaulted ceiling soared overhead.
Head-sized, dark green crystals were embedded in it, giving off an eerie glow.
Along the stone walls on either side.
Murals depicting ancient rites to the Witch God covered every surface.
At the very center of the underground palace.
A bronze statue stood a hundred feet tall.
The statue had a blue face, bared fangs, three heads, and six arms, with thick black chains coiled all around its body.
Each hand held a strangely shaped magical artifact.
Its three pairs of hollow eyes gazed down with an indifference that regarded all living beings as ants.
It was the Witch God worshipped by the Witch God Hall.
Beneath this oppressively imposing statue of the Witch God.
There was a meditation cushion.
A figure sat silently cross-legged upon it.
She faced the Witch God, dressed in white ceremonial robes threaded with gold, strikingly conspicuous in the dark, sinister underground palace.
At the sight of that figure's back.
Yan Kui's eyes lit up.
He exclaimed excitedly, "Second Priest, it's the Saintess!"
"She really is here."
Hua Yu burst into wild laughter.
"Heaven has not forsaken our Witch God Hall!"
"Great Priest, honored ancestors, do you see this?"
"As long as the Saintess remains, as long as the Witch God descends, those villains are certain to die!"
"The Witch God Hall's legacy will never end in my hands!"