Yet the Candle Light Law exercised by the Saints carried a strange implication, as if it were not one single entity.
The Saints led them through the Divine Path, and the massive gates of the ancient castle swung open with a thunderous roar.
The castle resembled a mother nest harboring a malignant offspring, its interior space complex and intricate, with walls seemingly built from obsidian that exuded strange and eerie patterns, pulsating like blood vessels.
A pitch-black statue stood in the darkness, bowing its head to survey the multitude below.
"You've arrived."
The Ye Dao Saint knelt beneath the statue, an ancient Tang Blade placed before him.
