At the end of the spacious cavern.
A pitch-black opening was faintly visible.
An illusory figure of an old woman sat cross-legged at the very center of the opening.
Her robes were plain, her face covered in wrinkles and age spots that marked the passing years.
An air of death and decay emanated from her figure.
She raised her eyelids slightly.
Her gaze, eerie as a ghost, turned toward her.
Around her, even more insubstantial figures with their eyes closed were scattered throughout every corner of the opening.
They seemed to be guarding something.
Dense corrosive power poured out from behind these figures, impossible to contain.
What shocked Qin Lingxiao was that all these figures had the faces and forms of women.
"Th-these... are all Primordial Spirits?!"
"And what is this place?"
"Indeed."
At the end of the cavern.
The old woman before the pitch-black opening stared at Qin Lingxiao, a strange light in her eyes.
It was as though she were admiring an exquisitely crafted object.
She could not even keep herself from murmuring:
"Good! Good!"
That look made Qin Lingxiao extremely uncomfortable.
She frowned slightly and said:
"What exactly did you bring me here for? And just who are you?"
The old woman smiled faintly, a trace of reminiscence on her deeply wrinkled face.
"Before I answer those questions, aren't you curious about what lies behind me?"
"Behind you?"
Qin Lingxiao paused, unable to help turning her attention behind the old woman again.
The deep, mysterious opening resembled a gaping maw, breathing out an unknown corrosive presence.
But beyond that, she could see nothing.
"What exactly are you trying to say? Stop going around in circles. Be straightforward and say it!"
Qin Lingxiao sounded a little impatient.
"Heh heh."
The old woman remained utterly composed in the face