Drip, drip!
In this vast, empty pit, water dripped from the stalactites and struck the ground with crisp sounds. Other than that, all was utterly silent.
More than thirty figures sat cross-legged within the pit, silent and still. All were humanoid, yet faint scenes such as Dharma Forms and Primordial Spirits surfaced around them. These roots of life that pointed straight to the heart revealed a cultivator's true essence, so they were not all human in form.
Besides cultivators, there were also those with divine ranks. Talismans flickered continuously over their bodies as countless streams of incense offerings slowly shifted, but none had reached the level of a Heaven Lord and could not transmit across realms. Thus, the source of this incense was clearly the demons within this continent.
Yet it was evident that such incense reliance was not a Domain of Law reliance truly belonging to a single god. Rather, some special method had been used to transform the prayers of ordinary demons into incense that this god could absorb.
Several people nearby displayed similar circumstances, though theirs were even stranger.
Yet all of them had their eyes closed, as if asleep.
Suddenly.
Snap!
A faint sound came from outside the pit. Then, a thin veil of mist abruptly appeared within it, and countless strange lights and shadows could vaguely be seen in that mist!
"Someone has come again!"
At once, the more than thirty people in the pit all opened their eyes. In an instant, over thirty utterly different auras burst forth, transforming into boundless scenes, each with its own distinctive qualities, condensing into radiance that was nearly tangible.
Those thirty wills merged into the radiance and flew toward the outside of the pit.
"I wonder how long this person can hold on this time. Will he give