Once you enter the entrance, you will be greeted by simple stone steps, which are as rough as a semi-finished product, and some of them are even inclined at an angle, and if you walk on them carefully, you risk falling.

It was the first time that Xia Ren had encountered such a difficult staircase, and it was even more unsuitable for human walking than the tall staircase leading to Boulder City on the Crazy Mountains.

The townspeople, who were probably not able to move freely in the complete darkness, took out their cloaks with ancient lanterns and lit them up to illuminate the space around them.

Although the dim candle flame could not shine farther, Xia Ren's gaze followed the trajectory of the team further ahead, and he could still tell that this narrow staircase was spreading downward in a spiral.

It appears that the site where the ceremony took place is deep underneath.

The further down you go, the more damp your skin feels, and the air begins to smell strange and unpleasant, giving you a sense of foreboding.

The stone staircase seemed to have no end, there was a dead silence beside him, there was no companion to communicate with, and the huge mental pressure coupled with the physical discomfort made Xia Ren feel extremely tired.

He even had the illusion that he was not taking the stairs, but falling into the abyss.

One side of the gable was empty, and on the other side was the same gable, and the stone staircase gradually widened, and Xia Ren began to be able to see that on one side of the gable, stalactites and cracked limestone began to appear, indicating that they had descended from the position of the church to the belly of the hillside where the whole town depended.

Xia Ren had already lost Yuchen's place when he entered the church, but he didn't have time to take care of this cheap son-in-law at the moment, the only thing he was sure of was that Yuchen should be further in the line at the moment.

He slowly saw a number of side passages, or caves, appear, next to him, because of the dimness of the candle flames, he couldn't see the specific structure of those caves, not even if they were artificially made.

Perhaps, even the lair of some kind of large social creature might be.

Because Xia Ren smelled an extremely unpleasant, somewhat fishy smell from those dark and deep caves.

The number of these caves grew, and Natsuhito preferred to believe that it was a lair, and he sensed a great threat from them, as if there were unspeakable terrifying creatures lurking among them, quietly watching the townspeople passing by.

Finally, they completely walked down this long staircase, Xia Ren had just escaped from one kind of torture, but the situation did not get any better, and he immediately fell into another great torture.

The pungent smell was unbearable, and every step under his feet was a slippery feeling, and it was accompanied by a small popping sound, he lowered his head, and with the help of the faint light of the lantern, he was shocked to find that there were dense white maggots hiding on this damp and soft ground!

The maggots wriggled and climbed up Natsuhito's calves along his shoes, and he wanted to shake them off, but once he did, his presence would be immediately exposed.

Helpless, he could only forcibly hold back the nausea surging in his heart and maintain a normal walking posture.

The feeling of stepping on a maggot is no more pleasant than stepping on a rough stone staircase, the latter is only a physical discomfort, but the former is more of a mental torture, and no normal person can easily endure this environment.

Xia Ren would rather immediately return to the Infinite Ice Field, which is full of storms and cold snow, than stay here for even a second longer.

Then he saw a faint light in front of him, and heard the gurgling of an undercurrent below.

The fear in my heart rose again, and there seemed to be a great danger hidden ahead.

But Xia Ren can't go back, he can only move forward, there is no other way to go.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

Like the sound of a flute, faint and complaining.

At the same time as he heard the sound of the flute, a wide, borderless underground world suddenly appeared in front of his eyes!

The columnar flames erupting from the ground illuminate the entire space, also green, and the candle flame of the Dark Candle is like the difference between fluorescent light and the bright moon.

Underneath the pillar of flame was a wide river, soaked in something that made the water look visibly sticky, as if it had been polluted with oil.

It is as if the river flowing from hell washes over the moldy shoals from time to time, and it does not know the source, nor where it will flow, and there is probably no normal life in such a filthy river!

Natsuhito saw the God's Forsaken Land, or the desecrated Dark Realm, where huge umbrella mushrooms were rooted in patches of soft soil infested with maggots, and fluorescent spores were released from under the umbrella cover, floating in the air around them;

Columnar flames erupted upwards from the ground, like a green tornado, but the momentum it exuded was far more violent than a tornado in nature;

The slippery water rushes into the shallows in waves, emitting a pungent stench that makes people dizzy just by smelling it.

He also saw a crowd of cloaked people lining up around the sparkling pillar of flames, performing the steps of the ritual.

They grabbed a handful of slimy, somewhat yellowed greens and threw them into the water.

Strange creatures unable to see their shapes crouched away from the pillar of flames playing the player's flute, and the sound was disgusting.

They worship the sick, flaming pillars of their adoration and perform mystical rituals of unknown significance in such incomprehensible places.

All this was so incomprehensible, Xia Ren stood in place, his mind blank.

Everything that happened in front of him was beyond his knowledge.

What frightened him the most was not the townsfolk who were performing the ritual at this time, but the pillar of flame that erupted from the ground like a volcanic eruption, and what was even more incredible was that he didn't want to cast his own light and shadow on the ground like a normal flame, and the stones around the flames grew a dirty, poisonous patina.

It was burning, and it was so ferocious, but it didn't bring any warmth to the space, just death, and the clammy cold of decay.

If Xia Ren could see the values of his system, he would definitely be shocked to find that his sanity had dropped to single digits as it had been on the night when he was deceived by Zhao Mingyue and then approached the study by a room full of containments.

He was on the verge of madness, without knowing it.

At this moment, Xia Ren saw the old man who had received them writhing beside the flames.

He stiffened his ritual gesture in front of the semi-circular crowd, and then, from his bosom, pulled out the book with the "door" on the cover.