Yun Che's gaze fell on the stone-faced door. Intricate patterns were carved into it, resembling neither writing nor pictures. Faint gleams flowed through the patterns, giving off an ancient, eerie aura.
"Come on, let's go in."
You Xiaoli took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her sword. Ling Xue also gathered her power of ice and fire to its utmost, while the little old man, Corpse God Cai Laoyao, stood with his hands behind his back, looking as though he were waiting for a show. Yet a wary light flickered in his small eyes.
Yun Che stepped forward first. The instant his hand touched the stone-faced door, its patterns blazed with dazzling white light. A powerful suction came from within, and their vision blurred as their bodies were involuntarily sucked inside.
When they opened their eyes again, they were in a bizarre, kaleidoscopic space.
Beneath their feet was a river of flowing golden liquid, with countless broken mask fragments floating on its surface. In the distance stood a massive black tower that soared into the clouds, its walls covered in writhing, blood-colored vines. Heart-chilling whispers filled the air, as though countless wronged souls were weeping their grievances into their ears.
You Xiaoli instinctively tightened her grip on her sword and looked warily around. "What... exactly is this place?"
No sooner had she spoken than the floating mask fragments suddenly trembled. Scarlet light shone along their edges, like countless eyes staring fixedly at them, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped their bodies.
Ling Xue's little hand clenched her sword hilt, her power of ice and fire humming faintly. She could sense intensely negative emotions within those mask fragments, as though they would devour a person's very reason.
Cai Laoyao also dropped his earlier flippancy and surveyed their surroundings with