"King of the Great Tomb, what did you say? The Nine Deaths Divine Ancestor was your disciple?"
Lu Ren was stunned by the King of the Great Tomb's mournful sigh.
"I took only one disciple in my life: Mu Jiusi. His talent was no weaker than yours. He was a child of destiny who dominated an era!"
The King of the Great Tomb spoke.
"You have the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Those who stay for the Death Quiz may enter the secret realm if they answer correctly. Answer incorrectly, and you die!"
With that, the stone statue's glow dimmed.
"What do we do? Should we stay?"
"What exactly is this Death Quiz? Dying for a wrong answer—isn't that a bit much?"
"That's just how the Nine Deaths Divine Ancestor is. Life or death turns on a single thought. I'm not tired of living. I'm out!"
"Me too!"
The dozen or so Divine Ancestor experts who had pursued them withdrew from the hall one after another. In the end, only Marshal Jinyang remained.
"Marshal Jinyang, you're staying? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Lu Ren sneered.
"If you two youngsters aren't afraid, why should I be?"
Marshal Jinyang replied.
"We're not afraid because we have nowhere else to go. You're different!"
Lu Ren smiled.
"Hmph. The moment we enter the secret realm, I'll kill you!"
Marshal Jinyang snorted and fell silent.
Before long, dark divine light erupted from the stone statue once more, enveloping the entire hall.
The space within the hall shifted like wind and clouds, turning into a void.
Ahead stood a wooden bridge, with a pitch-black river flowing beneath it.
The stone statue appeared again at the far end of the bridge. "Who will answer the Death Quiz first?"
"I... I'll go first!"
Li Muwan