Soon, everyone chose their respective passageways and stepped directly into the entrance.
Compared to anxiety and caution for the unknown, everyone was somewhat eager to enter.
After all, this was the Land of Inheritance of the Divine Thought Patriarch, the unparalleled Loose Cultivator of nearly a millennium, dubbed the King of Independent Cultivators. A step faster might just allow one to obtain the legacy left behind.
Watching the others' figures disappear into the passage, Zheng Yi didn't delay either and walked straight in.
...
In an instant, the moment his foot stepped inside, ghostly wails echoed in his ears, waves of chilling cold blasted against him, seemingly wanting to freeze everything that entered. The piercing cold made Zheng Yi frown slightly.
In the space not far away, semi-transparent figures surfaced, resembling ghosts, flitting through the space ceaselessly.
