The next day, when Wei Yuan reentered the temple, he ventured deeper into a new level, where he discovered several large halls. The halls had been hewn out of the rock, and several torches emitting a faint green glow stood within them. Fueled by yin qi, these torches had been burning for who knows how many years, yet not a single one had gone out.

Niches were carved into the walls of the halls. A few contained skeletons, but most were empty. The other halls were much the same.

It seemed that these halls had originally been burial chambers for the dead, but now most of the corpses inside had transformed into undead monsters.

Wei Yuan sensed the pearl of blood qi inside his chest and, seeing no unusual activity, felt slightly relieved. He remained extremely cautious about the pearl the elderly woman had given to him, sealing it within the wound on his chest. After a night of regeneration, it had been completely encased and isolated from the outside world.

The elderly woman hadn’t mentioned these burial chambers, nor had she mentioned that many of the undead monsters were actually villagers from this very village—their own ancestors.

After passing through four burial chambers, another large hall came into view ahead. In the very center of the hall stood an altar, upon which a ferocious idol was enshrined....