The great hall had unknowingly opened a dark tunnel leading underground, and cultivators one by one entered into it, their hollow footsteps echoing from the depths below.
Everyone followed the secret path spiraling deeper, walking for about one incense stick's time before reaching a large bronze door.
The door was heavy and ancient, exuding a sense of time-worn decay, and a lifelike dragon was carved on it, as though it were alive.
The door was already open, with a faint red mist swirling behind it.
The cultivators who arrived here did not pause, but surged into the red mist and disappeared, making the open bronze door and swirling red fog seem like an invisible beast dwelling within, swallowing the cultivators one by one.
Lu Ye was right behind Xie Jin, following him into the red mist.
