After Ye Lin waited for a few breaths, the wall before him vanished, revealing an immensely vast space. The chair beneath him slowly descended to the ground.
Beneath Ye Lin's feet was a raised platform. Below it lay an extremely spacious expanse, while overhead stretched a long passageway.
Ye Lin slowly rose from his seat, stepped down from the platform, and surveyed the enormous space.
The space was simple. Corpses had been placed everywhere. These bodies were largely well-preserved, yet they carried not a trace of blood qi. One look was enough to tell that they had been dead for a very long time.
Some corpses were mounted on racks, some hung suspended in midair, while others lay carelessly strewn across the ground.
The corpses came in all kinds—some from the Human Race, others from different races. Without exception, they had all been dead for ages.
"So many corpses? What exactly is this Yin-Yang Holy Lord doing?"
Ye Lin was utterly puzzled. Collecting so many corpses—could this so-called Yin-Yang Holy Lord have some peculiar obsession?
Ye Lin made his way around the corpses toward the innermost part of the space. The farther in he went, the colder the surroundings became.
As Ye Lin walked, a thin layer of frost had already formed across the walls around him.
But such temperatures meant nothing to Ye Lin. He continued onward, one step at a time.
After walking for some time, he came upon a cloud of white mist. It contained a bone-piercing chill, cold enough to freeze stone into fragments.
"Let's see what trick you're pulling."
With a casual wave of his hand, Ye Lin dispersed the white mist in an instant. Beyond it was a small secret chamber, containing only a small white bed.
Upon the bed lay a woman—an incomparably