Silence. Deathly silence.
Chen Cang had thought that, like the Nightmare Demon Tribe members who had received part of the inheritance, he would receive it as soon as his soul perception penetrated the enormous cauldron.
Yet the situation now was entirely unexpected.
He seemed to have been swallowed into a special space. His "body" floated in midair, and everything within his field of vision was pitch-black, without the slightest light or sound.
Still, this confirmed for Chen Cang that the person who had left this inheritance had undoubtedly been a Dou Sheng expert.
Because only Dou Sheng experts could create spaces!
Focusing slightly, Chen Cang sent his "figure" gliding deeper inside. Invisible soul power surrounded him, ensuring he could react immediately to any movement.
Although an inheritance ground like this was unlikely to be dangerous under normal circumstances, caution never hurt.
"Hiss..."
After he had traveled for an unknown length of time, a faint sound finally spread through the deathly still space.
Chen Cang abruptly turned to look. Deep within the darkness, a faint light had appeared, like a candle flame in the dead of night, soft rather than bright.
Quietly raising his guard, Chen Cang slowly approached the light.
"Cough... cough..."
Just then, weak coughing rang out.
An old woman with a hunched back emerged from the darkness. She resembled a demon walking out of a realm of ghosts, blood mist swirling around her, her deeply sunken eyes devoid of any spark, her face withered and gaunt.
Of course, Chen Cang could also sense that she was merely a lingering obsession, a wisp of remnant soul left behind by the deceased.
The form she manifested now was most likely how she had looked before her death.
Although she did not fit the conventional image of an exalted master, there