Chen Lin stepped onto the final step. The scene instantly changed, and he found himself in a spacious hall.
The hall was filled with monks, too many to count.
Yet they were all wooden and dull. Only the Old Monk sitting upright on a cushion in the center showed any signs of life.
At the sight of this Old Monk, Chen Lin's pupils contracted.
He wore the same clothes as Nian Qing had before, but his face had changed to someone else's-a face Chen Lin recognized. It belonged to the long-nosed Old Monk from the Demon-Suppressing Temple in the Nightmare Realm, except his nose was not nearly as long.
"Nian Kong, why aren't you kneeling before the Buddha Ancestor?"
When the Old Monk saw Chen Lin enter, a bizarre smile appeared on his face. His words sent a tremor through Chen Lin's mind.
Chen Lin ignored him and quickly glanced back. Seeing Xu Chenxuan and the others appear behind him, he felt slightly relieved.
Their presence at least meant he had not been dragged somewhere else. There was no aura of the Nightmare Realm in the hall, either, so this was not the Nightmare Realm.
"You aren't Nian Qing. Who exactly are you?"
Chen Lin questioned the Old Monk in a low voice while swiftly surveying his surroundings.
Then he spotted Yang Qianxing.
The man had also turned bald and was sitting among a group of monks, his palms pressed together in a posture of devotion.
But Bai Tianling was nowhere to be seen.
That surprised him. Bai Tianling's cultivation was far below Yang Qianxing's, and even in the use of rule force, Yang Qianxing was stronger. There was no reason he should have fallen prey to this while she remained unharmed.
With no time to dwell on it, Chen