Qin Yan saw Little Black's expression change and immediately knew he had likely recognized something.
He hurriedly asked, "Little Black, what's going on?"
Little Black thought for a moment before slowly replying, "If I'm not mistaken, you've entered a Light Prison."
"A Light Prison?" Qin Yan had never heard the name.
Little Black knew that, so he began to explain.
"Light Power counters our Demon Race's Demon Qi and Darkness Force, and they counter it in turn. That's why the Demon Race hates light. We established these Light Prisons specifically for that reason."
"The Demon Race uses them to imprison and kill warriors from the Temple of Light, along with others who cultivate Light Power."
"And the Clown Light Puppet you saw at the outermost layer was made by a Demon Race powerhouse specifically to humiliate the warriors of the Temple of Light.
"The puppet's original body was no ordinary figure, either. He was a Hall Master of the Temple of Light.
"The imprisoned Light Cultivators were forced to watch the Hall Master they revered turned into a clown puppet by the Demon Race. Their faith crumbled under the humiliation and despair, and they slowly died."
"The Demon Qi at the stone gate tests whether those who enter possess pure, powerful Demon Qi. Only demons from the Forty-Nine Powerful Races can pass its test. You possess the Darkness Essence and my Demon Qi, which is why the gate opened for you."
"As for those forty-nine statues..." Little Black paused, his tone turning grave. "You guessed right. They represent the Demon Race's forty-nine most powerful races. But they aren't merely statues. Each contains the aura and power left behind by a Demon Race powerhouse. With the proper method to activate them, they can unleash overwhelming combat power—enough to crush and kill