Luo Yunji slowly walked into the area covered by the phantom image, but felt nothing at all. He bounced on the ground with his toes, yet nothing seemed unusual. Crouching down, he pressed a hand against the ground beneath the phantom image, but still found nothing.
He raised his hand, scratched his cheek with a finger, then crouched there with one hand propping up his chin, staring intently at the phantom image.
For thousands of years, the Demon Sect's disciples had tried almost every method they could think of to enter the Nether Abyss. Yet after all this time, they had still come up empty-handed.
Just as Luo Yunji was about to order someone to dig a hole, a point of crystalline light fell from between his brows and landed on the phantom image. At once, a round, shadowy pit appeared beneath his feet.
Before Luo Yunji could react, someone cried out in alarm, and he vanished into the phantom image.
Wan Renwang, who had been standing to the side and watching Luo Yunji intently, flew over without hesitation. Just as the opening was about to close, he squeezed inside by the skin of his teeth, leaving behind a crowd of onlookers with their mouths agape before the Divine Temple.
Yuyangzi was consumed with regret, angry at himself for not paying attention. If he had watched as closely as the Ghost King, would he have been one of those who entered the Nether Abyss?
"He really got in!" Jin Ping'er and Wild Dog Daoist moved their lips a few times before murmuring.
"Over thousands of years, only a handful of people have ever entered the Nether Abyss. And that fellow got in too! His luck really is..." Wild Dog Daoist gazed enviously at the phantom image fading from the empty