Daochen recounted his experiences to him, one by one.
He went into particular detail about the instant his finger had been devoured, describing everything he had experienced.
Dijiang paled in shock. "It's that powerful? I was wondering why there wasn't a single living creature here, and why strange bones were scattered everywhere. Could those all be creatures that died here?"
Daochen nodded. "Not just creatures that died here. Some might have died only moments ago."
"Of those who enter this place, many don't even leave their bones behind. Those whose bones remain are already rather unusual beings."
"But we can discuss this place later. Let's get out first. Stay here long enough, and something is bound to go wrong."
"I didn't come to investigate this place. I came to bring you out."
"Houtu is already frantic. If you don't go back soon, she'll raise such a fuss she'll shake the heavens."
Dijiang nodded lightly. "I want to get out too, but this place is like a maze. No matter which way I go, I can't escape. I've been going around in circles, unable to find a way out."
Daochen knew he was telling the truth. This place was deliberately keeping him trapped.
As for its purpose, it was naturally to devour him.
The shackles on his body could not protect him forever. Sooner or later, he would be devoured.
At that thought, Daochen looked at the bones. Perhaps many fallen members of the Witch Clan lay among them. Countless lives must have been trapped here, and perhaps those bones had once borne shackles too.
Perhaps they had misunderstood what the shackles meant.
These things might not merely have been meant to imprison them. They might also have been meant to protect them.
But who could say for certain?
Daochen looked