Chen Yuan was somewhat interested in the Nine Abyss Gate as well.
In the original plot, the Nine Abyss Gate had little presence, serving only as a backdrop to the war between the Day-Changing Alliance and the Imperial Court.
Yet after this encounter, Chen Yuan discovered that the Nine Abyss Gate's inherited cultivation art was far from weak.
It was simply that its martial artists had grown accustomed to comfort, leaving their fighting strength wanting. An art like the Nine Abyss Black Emperor Life-Severing Scripture, which fused the Daoist and demonic traditions, was utterly wasted on them.
"Master! There's something good inside the Nine Abyss Gate!"
The Human-Skin Evil Book's voice suddenly rang out in Chen Yuan's mind.
"What is it?"
"I don't know either, but I keep feeling that it's familiar."
The Human-Skin Evil Book had been behaving itself lately, so Chen Yuan asked no more questions. He merely spread out his protective true qi and perception, then headed in the direction it indicated.
The place turned out to be the Nine Abyss Gate's ancestral hall, where the spirit tablets of its successive patriarchs were enshrined.
"Master, right underneath!"
Chen Yuan stamped his foot, unleashing a sudden burst of power. A formation rumbled beneath the ground. There was actually a backup
defensive formation buried here.
However, this defensive formation was not particularly powerful. Chen Yuan's stomp shattered it outright.
Beneath the ancestral hall lay a small chamber, barely large enough to hold one person.
It contained only a shrine, within which stood a somewhat strange divine idol.
The idol was carved entirely from a nearly pitch-black dark jade, its depths as unfathomable as an abyss, as vast as the sea.
It wore a Dark Water Jade Crown and a Dark Feather Robe, with an uncanny form: a narrow face