In the sealed, empty great hall stood figure after figure.
Including Chen Fan, there were thirty-one people in all—the very thirty who had entered the trial together earlier!
Even Daoist Mingxu, whom Chen Fan had previously suppressed within the glazed bottle, King Haoyan, who had died in the great hall before, and the many martial artists who had fallen into the Yellow Springs Netherwater midway or remained in the great hall were all among them!
At this sight,
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Looks like my guess was right..."
He licked his lips.
From the very beginning, when he had learned of Hao Fang Immortal's character from the Palace Spirit, Chen Fan had already harbored suspicions about this place.
The trials within this grotto-heaven had been far too cold and ruthless; even King-level experts could die here...
Hao Fang Immortal had been an expert at the immortal level.
What expert who had reached such a level was not a person of unwavering will?
Their will and state of mind had both been tempered through countless trials before reaching their present heights.
How could they so easily change their own beliefs?
Once, he had "swept the ground for fear of harming an ant's life," yet the grotto-heaven he created now toyed freely with the lives of others?
Of course, beliefs could indeed change. Over the long passage of time, it was only natural for one's state of mind to decay and wear away.
But considering the results of Chen Fan's deductions, the design of the trials within the grotto-heaven, and that final great hall deliberately created for people to fight one another in, he could not help but form a suspicion.
What if everything he had seen was false?
What if that special environment, where one could lose one's life at