This secret realm was a vast tomb. Darkness surrounded them, and they could perceive anything only through their Spiritual Power.
Even then, the range of their perception was extremely limited.
In such a place, an inexplicable fear rose in many hearts.
"Who has a strange flame? Light it, quickly!"
Wang Tong spoke at once.
A purple flame immediately floated above a Wang Family disciple's palm, allowing them to see their surroundings.
Someone among the Yun Family and Li Family groups also summoned a strange flame to light the area.
Only then did they discover that they stood inside an underground palace.
The palace was circular, with doorways all around—ten in total.
Stone doors sealed every doorway, each engraved with the words "Nine Deaths One Life Gate!"
"Nine Deaths One Life Gate? What does that mean?"
Wang Tong asked.
The black-robed elder from the Li Family let out a laugh that set teeth on edge. "Isn't it obvious? These ten doorways lead to ten paths, and only one leads to life!"
"What?"
"How are we supposed to choose?"
The disciples of the three great families paled.
"Isn't the choice easy? Each family sends three people in to try the paths one by one. Then we'll know, won't we?"
A young man from the Li Family sneered. He was Li Yanfeng, a young master of a branch of the ancient Li Family and the highest-ranking among its disciples here.
At his words, the disciples of all three families turned pale.
"Young Master Li Yanfeng, there's no need to go to such trouble!"
The black-robed elder spoke.
"Oh?"
Li Yanfeng looked startled. He asked respectfully, "Master Yin Jiu, what do you have in mind?"
"Watch me!"
Yin Jiu smiled and swept out a hand. A golden humanoid puppet appeared before him.
Its face