"Over the past several hundred years, we've come here on numerous occasions," said the Sect Leader, his brow furrowed. "We know exactly how to avoid the catastrophe which strikes this place, and have the perfect place to weather the storm.
"However, we were never able to get past the eighth land mass. We always end up stuck at the threshold of the ninth." After all of their visits, they had never been able to come up with a method to get into the ninth land mass.
Bai Wuchen stood a bit off to the side. "The entryway to the ninth land mass is a door," she said. "Only by opening that door can you enter."
Meng Hao nodded in response, then began to move forward. By this point, the countless ghosts which inhabited the outer region of the necropolis began to swarm excitedly toward Meng Hao as he flew along.
