An hour later, the doors to the temple opened and everyone woke up. Their complexions were all changed, but no matter how they investigated, they couldn’t find anything unusual.

Sin Zifu and the other three had returned to their original positions. There were no flaws in their demeanor, but when they occasionally turned their eyes, there was a flash of ridicule in them.

The Demonic Path priest sat down cross-legged. His originally thin and stick-like body was even more withered than before, as if presiding over this ceremony had drained a considerable amount of strength from him.

He didn’t say anything else. The Demonic Path cultivators from outside the temple respectfully walked into the temple and brought everyone away.

When Qin Yu came out, he saw another batch of young demonic cultivators waiting outside the temple. Within their perturbed expressions, there was also a hint of anticipation.

Unfortunately, they had no idea what their fate would be after they entered the temple.

Together with Qin Yu, there were around 600 other people who had passed...