The instant their figures vanished, Ling Canglan descended into their burial chamber.
"Still have a backup plan?" Ling Canglan's gaze fell upon the spatial gate. He tried to see through to the other side, but failed.
"This place doesn't seem to be within the Human Race's territory?"
"Could it be in the Demon Realm?"
Ling Canglan hesitated, unsure whether he should step inside.
"So what if it's a dragon's pool and tiger's den? Could it possibly trap me?" Ling Canglan sneered. Just as he raised his foot to enter, the will of the Inspection Hall reached him, forcing him to halt in his tracks.
He looked unwillingly toward the spatial gate and snorted. "Then I'll spare your lives for now."
The Inspection Hall's obstruction told him that the Demon Realm held both danger and opportunity for him—an opportunity to escape the Inspection Hall's control and regain his freedom.
The Inspection Hall would not allow him to go, and he did not dare go either. Here, a single thought from the Inspection Hall could erase him. He might already be dead before he even entered.
He did not dare gamble, nor did he have the capital to do so.
Still, he committed it to memory. One day, he intended to visit the Demon Realm and see where exactly this place was, and what was so special about it that it could help him break free from the Inspection Hall's control.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Dongfang Zhuo, Yao Shengxing, and all the other members of the Inspection Hall flew out from the shadows and landed beside Ling Canglan.
"Greetings, Hall Master!"
"Turn this Human Emperor's tomb upside down for me. Bring every last resource back to the Inspection Hall," Ling Canglan ordered.
"Dongfang Zhuo, you will be responsible for this matter."
He looked