Chen Lin brought the nine cultivators into a specially constructed secret chamber and examined them one by one.
Then he said, "I already explained everything to you, and I've paid you the promised compensation in advance. But I must remind you again: this mission is extremely dangerous. If any of you wish to withdraw, simply return what I gave you, and I will dissolve your Soul Pacts and let you leave."
Seeing that everyone remained silent, he continued, "Rest assured, I never force anyone. Even if you change your minds, I won't do anything to you. After all, your lives and fortunes are at stake. But once you learn the details, it will be too late to leave."
An elderly Foundation Establishment cultivator hesitated before asking, "My lord, you said earlier that if we survived, you would take us as accepted disciples. Did you mean that?"
Chen Lin nodded. "You needn't worry about that. I always keep my word. Besides, you've seen how short-handed Ruyi Island is. As long as you survive, not only can you become my accepted disciples, I can also provide the resources to raise your cultivation by one major realm in a short time!"
"I'm willing!"
A resolute gleam appeared in the elderly cultivator's eyes, and he cupped his fists in salute.
"We're willing too!"
The others voiced their agreement as well.
They had already known the situation when Chen Lin selected them and had prepared themselves mentally.
Chen Lin nodded. These people either faced difficulties they could not resolve or were nearing the end of their lifespans. They certainly would not give up a chance to gamble for a new lease on life.
Without further ado, he began explaining the Nightmare Realm.
Because of the Floating Realm's unusual circumstances, low-level cultivators could hardly ever leave