Just as Ren Qing was about to ask what was going on, a wooden door materialized on the rockery and began to slowly swing open.
Through the crack in the door, an inky darkness was visible, as if it concealed all manner of ghouls and demons.
Everyone's expression grew grim, but Song Zongwu's was surprisingly playful, his six blood-red eyes glinting faintly.
Once the wooden door was fully open, the darkness within seemed poised to devour its surroundings. Even Ren Qing couldn't see into it.
Song Zongwu said in a low voice, "You can go in now."
Ren Qing frowned. 'Why does the Forbidden Soldier Hall feel so much like the Underworld?'
'Why would they hold the selection for the Prison Guard Reserve here?'
Song Zongwu's eyes held a warning. Ren Qing saw it and stepped straight through the wooden door.
A suffocating darkness immediately swallowed Ren Qing. The sensation was even more deathly still than what he experienced during the Contemplation of the Eyeless Method.
