Lin Ming finally followed, each step following Na Yi’s pace. At the same time he also sent out his soul force, carefully probing the surroundings to see if there were any possible dangers.
The monkey-faced man coated the soles of his shoes with a special tree sap. This tree sap was a natural dye. Every time he took a step, the dye would leave a visible footprint. Once the dye wore off, he would patiently re-apply it.
So as the group walked, the monkey-faced man left behind a series of footprints.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ming’s heart stirred. “This fellow is leaving a way back so he knows where he came from. He really is a 40 year old man that’s managed to survive in the Southern Wilderness for so many years; he is quite careful and meticulous about his actions. If it wasn’t for my age and cultivation being so deceptive, then this monkey-faced man would not have so easily brought me along and determined that I was someone he could manage.”
Lin Ming’s cultivation was a stage and half lower than the monkey-faced man, and there were also two of them. In the monkey-face man’s mind, even a formidable genius would have no choice but to die.
As they continued walking, they didn’t encounter any dangers. This corridor was surprisingly long; the group of five people had already traveled for half an hour before a heavy looking stone gate appeared in front of them.
The stone gate was 50 feet high and densely covered in countless Sanskrit writings. In the center of all the text was the image of a giant eye. The shape of the eye was very simple, but, for some unknown reason, looking at this eye caused one to momentarily feel as if they were losing their grip on reality, as if their soul was being swallowed by the eye. When this happened, the dense Sanskrit writings around the edges would appear like countless earthworms that wriggled around. Yet if one carefully looked, these writings hadn’t moved.
This feeling was absolutely strange. It was also absolutely uncomfortable.
The bald man was staring with wide eyes, as if his soul had been stolen. The monkey-faced man’s forehead was covered in sweat, and he hurriedly turned his vision away.
Na Yi knelt before the stone gate and prayed. She finally stood up and said, “This is the gate. In order to open its array formation, there needs to be three martial artists at least at the Altering Muscle stage pouring their true essence into it for it to activate.”
“The array formation is there.” Na Yi pointed. The place where she pointed was a triangular altar. In the center of the altar was a black sphere, and the sphere was also shaped like a giant eye.
“After the door opens, you will be able to enter the Sorcerer Pagoda. The Sorcerer Pagoda has seven levels. The first level is Hell, the second is Hungry Ghosts, the third is Animals, the fourth is the Witch Slave, the fifth is Mortals, the sixth is the Celestial Envoy, and the seventh is the World of the Sorcerer.”
“The higher the level you can reach, the stronger the power of the Sorcerer you will be able to obtain. As to what level you can reach, that is at the will of the Sorcerer.”
Listening to Na Yi’s words, the monkey-faced man was excited.
Sorcerer Pagoda! This was the Holy Land were the Sorcerer bestowed strength upon those chosen!
When every witch reached 16 years old, they were allowed to come to the Sorcerer Pagoda to inherit the power of the Sorcerer’s legacy.
As for the strength of these seven levels, it became more terrifying the higher one went.
Just attaining the power of the third or the fourth was enough for a man to enter the Dragon’s Gate and become a hero of the Southern Wilderness. If one was able to obtain the power of the fifth or sixth by luck or strength, then that would be enough to one to look down upon the entire Southern Wilderness!
As for the legendary seventh level, it was still a mystery. Of the countless large and small tribes within the Southern Wilderness’ 100,000 mountains, there had never been one who was able to obtain the power of the Sorcerer from the seventh level.
“Big Brother, what’re we waiting for, let’s hurry up and open the door.” The bald man was greedily rubbing his calloused hands together. He was already unable to wait. In his mind, the Sorcerer Pagoda was filled with countless beauties. With every level that he could rise, the more women he would be able to obtain, and the more noble and tasty they would be.
“Little Brother Mo, we’ll have to trouble you to lend us a hand.” The monkey-faced man said as he smiled at Lin Ming.
“Oh. Sounds good.” Lin Ming said, and then moved towards the altar.
Seeing Lin Ming stand in his spot, the monkey-faced man revealed a grimly rapacious smile. In his eyes, Lin Ming was merely a fat sheep that he was about to slaughter. Once he killed him, a great wealth would fall into his hands.