The ancient bronze gates were simple and solemn, covered in bizarre reliefs that were indiscernible in their patterns. However, upon glancing at them, one couldn't help but feel an intense aura of evil rushing forth. To Song Jian's eyes, the reliefs on the bronze gates seemed to exude a dense black aura. This aura coalesced into two massive skeletal heads in the air, burning with black flames and lunging towards the pair.
"Be careful, these gates have something evil about them," Song Jian spoke in a low voice.
There were no signs of danger at first, but the longer one lingered, the more severe the harm that would befall those who entered. It was like some kind of curse, hardly perceptible in its subtlety.
Song Jian had thought opening these bronze gates would be a difficult task, that inside were hidden some vile traps. Yet as soon as he approached, the gates opened on their own.
