Four Treasures

The gates of the Profound Yin Pagoda exuded a grim, ghostly aura, like doors leading to the underworld. Faintly, they radiated an omen of extreme, bone-chilling cold. Even Spirit Sea Realm masters standing before the tower could not help but feel fear and tremble, let alone enter it. But Ye Chen and the other eight were exceptions. Not only were they Half-Step Kings, they were nearly invincible among Half-Step Kings. Unless faced with a Life and Death Realm King, no one could kill them easily; they would surely have to pay a price.

Though this ominous aura displeased them, they would not fear it. The road to the Life and Death Realm had always been rugged and uneven, fraught with killing intent on every side. How could such a trifling ominous aura make them afraid in the slightest?

Creak!

Pushing open the gates, the nine entered.

After the nine entered, the gates closed automatically, producing a sound that seemed to come from the Nine Abyss.

Whoosh!

When the nine first entered, the first floor was black as ink, so dark one could not see their hand before their face. But soon, the sound of flames burning arose. Starting from where the nine stood, two rows of eerie blue-green flames lit up, clinging to the walls and extending into the far distance.

Before long, the first floor was shrouded in a blue ghostly glow. It was neither bright nor dim; it was simply cold.

Ye Chen casually examined the flames. Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he said word by word, "These flames are lit atop skeletal skulls."

"What?"

Hearing this, everyone looked toward the nearest flame.

On the wall, a rusted iron chain fastened a skeletal skull in place. A hole had been opened at the crown of the skull, at