The entrance to the second level was likewise a temple. This temple was rather peculiar, with one layer nested within another, seemingly without end.
Crossing each level was like ascending another heaven. The temples were the crucial passages connecting these Minor Worlds.
With the Void Mirror above his head, Jiang Zhu resolutely stepped into the second level. An immensely spacious courtyard greeted his eyes, and in the distance, the temple leading to the third level loomed faintly.
All around lay a boundless Minor World, which might conceal many precious remnants left by the Feathered Divine Dynasty.
However, Jiang Zhu did not linger on the second level, instead heading straight toward the third.
Among the Feathered Divine Dynasty's thirty-six levels of Minor Worlds, only the treasures held in the final six were particularly precious.
As Jiang Zhu advanced, some things blocked his path.
They were humanoid creatures resembling corpses, their skin as pale as paper, their bodies covered in feathers as thin as cicada wings.
These creatures had disheveled hair and eyes like blue-green lamps, giving off an eerie glow. A pair of demonic, fleshy wings extended from their backs.
These monsters were the descendants of Yin Gods. Those were beings who had possessed immense strength in life, and whose bodies remained imperishable after death.
Buried above Earth Vein Yin Eyes, these beings endured the baptism of endless ages until, one day, they awakened and became entirely new life-forms. This was a corpse transformation at an extremely high level of life, a new birth nurtured by death and the ultimate extreme.
This special form of life was called a Yin God. As a unique kind of life, they also possessed the ability to reproduce.
The monsters before him were precisely the descendants of Yin Gods, living by consuming the blood essence,