Ren Qing had just opened his mouth to confirm the situation when a wooden door suddenly appeared atop the rockery, opening slowly.
Through the crack in the door, he could see ink-black darkness, as though Chimei Wangliang lurked within.
Everyone's expressions turned somewhat grave. Song Zongwu, however, looked rather amused, while his six blood-red eyes glimmered faintly.
Once the wooden door fully opened, the darkness within seemed ready to devour everything around it. Even Ren Qing could not see through it.
Song Zongwu said in a low voice, "You may enter."
Ren Qing frowned. Why did the Jailer Hall feel so damned eerie?
Why was the selection of Reserves being held here?
Song Zongwu's gaze carried a warning. Seeing that, Ren Qing stepped straight through the wooden door.
The suffocating darkness immediately swallowed Ren Qing. It felt even more deathly still than when he visualized the Eye-less Method.
After hesitating briefly, the other cultivators followed one after another. They no longer had any use in their gangs, so they might as well gamble for a future.
Zhang Qiu did not stop Snake Boy. The latter nervously flicked out his scarlet tongue before entering the endless darkness as well.
As the wooden door slowly closed, it abruptly vanished, as if it had never existed.
Song Zongwu and the other Forbidden Guards were unsurprised and turned to leave.
Within the darkness.
Ren Qing quickly lost his sense of direction. No matter how he used his Double Pupils, they were useless.
Still, he was not overly flustered. The Reserves were merely how the Forbidden Guards recruited people; the difficulty could not possibly be so high that it meant nine deaths and one life.
Ren Qing did not sense any movement nearby either. Perhaps he had fallen into some kind of Art.
He steadied