"What's going on?"
"Why is the gate closed!"
"It won't open."
Several disciples from the Hanging Temple tried to push open the thick hall doors, but no matter how hard they exerted their strength, the doors remained immovable.
"Stop trying, it won't budge."
Greg Jensen stood still, examining the scene inside the great hall.
The hall was spacious, with three deities enshrined at the end. Underneath the statues, there was an altar, and in front of the altar, instead of meditation cushions, there was a rectangular pool.
Inside the pool clung a dark red paste, which looked like blood that had dried up.
The three statues were not the commonly seen Taoist Trinity but unknown deities holding sharp blades, with fierce faces that far from benevolent.
Greg Jensen nearly confirmed that the so-called Ancestral Court of the Great Void Sect was utter nonsense.
Because this place didn't resemble a sect's main hall, but rather a sacrificial altar.
Similar to the one in that military cave.
