After some hesitation and contemplation, Chen Yi slowly opened the Heavenly Eye.
Suddenly, the eyes of the Zhenwu Bodhisattva glowed like lightning, shooting out a beam of light!
Chen Yi was taken aback, and in the dazzling glow of the Zhenwu's gaze, he saw something being illuminated. He turned his head and his gaze froze.
Grotesque and twisted human faces were floating in the air, like living people trapped in a muddy swamp, silently struggling upwards,
"I wondered why there wasn't a single shadow..."
He murmured:
"Turns out it's because we can't see them."
The sight was bone-chillingly cold.
The stone chamber's dome seemed to silently press down by half a foot, exuding dozens of twisted faces, each with distinctive features, yet their expressions were frozen, as if trapped in amber. Hollow eye sockets dripped with black liquid, and mouths opened and closed mechanically, emitting nothing but creaking sounds like old wood.
