Murals

Hanging Coffin Ancient Path.

It lay on the outskirts of Northern Mang, a forbidden place known to many in the Zhao Kingdom.

Many had entered in groups, but precious few came back out.

Most became restless ghosts and bones within.

Chen Xia had reached the Martial God realm. His command of the laws was formidable, surpassing others at his level. He also had spiritual perception, a Spirit Flower that connected heaven and earth, and the immense power of his Vast Spring True Law.

Not to mention his mighty body: long tempering had made his yang energy burn like the blazing sun. He had nothing to fear here.

Entering this place, he was a blazing sun that could illuminate every dark corner.

Rumble!

The moment Chen Xia stepped into the narrow entrance, he felt an invisible energy envelop him.

"So there's a restriction here too. Only those below Martial Venerable can probably enter. I'm already two realms beyond that. Getting in won't be easy."

"If I force my way in, I might destroy the secret realm—"

Chen Xia had come to hunt for treasure, so he stopped and rubbed his chin, wondering whether to barge in.

As he hesitated, he noticed many people approaching behind him.

Or rather, people had already been nearby. They had heard about the secret realm and come to explore it.

Most hesitated once they arrived, though. The place was frightening.

But when they saw Chen Xia about to enter, they wanted to follow him.

Some hoped he would shield them from danger while they picked up whatever he left behind, or fled if things went wrong.

Others decided they would feel braver following Chen Xia.

Many more were itching to try their luck. They had come for the excitement and to see what lay within Hanging