CLACK CLACK CLACK...
Jiang Chen and Flame Dragon entered the seventh layer one after another.
The seventh layer was a strange, grand hall.
Inside the hall stood a pitch-black statue, a full hundred meters tall.
The statue was quite majestic.
However, the most eye-catching feature wasn't the statue, but the altar in the center of the hall.
And on that altar, an old man was currently sitting cross-legged.
The old man's eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.
"Hm?"
'There's someone here?'
The moment Jiang Chen entered, his gaze immediately fell upon the old man.
He had never seen this old man before.
He was definitely not one of the Martial Cultivators who had broken into the Ghost Temple this time.
He then activated his Nine Heavens Spirit-Seizing Technique, trying to inspect the old man.
But when he did, he discovered a bottomless pit surrounding the old man. As soon as his Divine Thought drew near, it was sucked into the abyss.
