Before Zhaang Ye lay a dark, gloomy passageway. It was about seventy feet wide, twisting and curving as it stretched into the distance, so far that even Zhaang Ye's Spiritual Sense couldn't find its end.
Zhaang Ye's figure flashed, and he entered the passageway. Just as he steadied himself, a terrifying aura rushed toward him. The aura was desolate and violent, piercing straight to the depths of his soul. Despite Zhaang Ye's powerful Cultivation, he felt an urge to prostrate himself and kneel before this aura!
"GHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
A strange voice suddenly appeared in Zhaang Ye's mind. Following the strange laughter, the large door behind Zhaang Ye slammed shut with a boom, plunging the passage into pitch darkness.
