After nearly half an hour, Chen Lin and the others stared at the pitch-black entrance in the wall, exchanging silent glances.
Old Man Xun had never returned. They had no way of knowing what awaited on the floor above, or even whether the entrance led to the third floor.
"What do you think we should do, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
Yang Qianxing had also accepted reality and deferred to Chen Lin.
Although he was Yang Zishi's ancestor, those were the rules of the Immortal Cultivation World: the strong commanded respect. At least within this Holy Pagoda, his strength fell far short of Chen Lin's.
"There's no other way. We can only go in!"
With that reply, Chen Lin walked toward the entrance.
During the past half hour, they had inspected every inch of the hall and found no other way out. Its walls were also incredibly hard, impossible to damage in the slightest no matter what methods they tried. Entering the passage was their only option.
The others hurried after him.
"Hm?"
As Chen Lin entered the passage, a flight of ascending steps appeared before him, drawing a startled sound from his lips.
"What is it?"
Yang Qianxing stood beside Chen Lin, unable to see anything unusual about the steps.
Chen Lin did not answer. He examined the steps carefully, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
After a moment's thought, he said, "When you climb the stairs, only step on the odd-numbered steps. Don't touch the even-numbered ones!"
Both the color and the patterns of these steps closely resembled those on the second floor of the Nightmare Realm's Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, where True Lord Wanmeng had once taken him.
According to True Lord Wanmeng back then, stepping on the even-numbered steps would increase the danger on the next floor. Of course, this was