The leading female disciple was said to be a relative of the sect leader, the pre-designated head honcho. At this moment, she looked as if she were ready to face death, exchanged a glance with the sect leader, and, with the bearing of a revolutionary martyr, resolutely led a group of sisters, step by step, into the Three Saints Mountain.

Everyone’s steps were heavy, with none of the initial excitement or anticipation. During this period, they had calmed down and realized there must be something fishy about this matter, so they were filled with fear. Evelyn Foster’s steps were also heavy, but in her case, it was because her legs truly hurt. The Three Saints Mountain was huge, and although the jade-paved ground looked beautiful, it was damn wide. Walking on it made people feel like ants—no matter how far they walked, it seemed endless.

As the saying goes, “looking at the mountain tires the horse to death.” There was also a strange pressure in this place for some unknown reason. By the time the hundred-woman vanguard reached the massive central complex, not only Evelyn Foster, but even the more advanced sisters were about to collapse.

“It seems we can’t use our spiritual power freely here. What’s going on?” someone couldn’t help but whisper.

Someone else looked uneasily at the towering, pitch-black iron pillars and chains nearby. “What’s with these chains?”

“These flowers… they seem to be, they seem to be Sun and Moon Ghost Epiphyllum. Why are there so many Sun and Moon Ghost Epiphyllum here?” After passing the outermost blood-red high wall, another sister noticed something was off. In front of them was a flowerbed, as if it surrounded the entire circular building.

Evelyn Foster looked at those flowers. Their shape was like peonies, their petals snow-white, stamens black, and branches and leaves also pitch-black. They looked strangely beautiful. After all, she wasn’t a native and hadn’t seen much, so she didn’t know what the so-called Sun and Moon Ghost Epiphyllum was, or why it could scare a group of girls into trembling as if they’d seen a ghost.

She wanted to ask, but everyone’s faces were as pale as the flowers, looking quite frightening, so she kept her mouth shut.

Now that they had arrived, the surroundings were deathly silent, not even a breeze, and they didn’t know where to go.

“Should we… keep going forward?”

“Of course, we have to pay respects to the grandmaster.” The head honcho forced herself to stay calm.

“But… which way do we go?”

Evelyn Foster heard a strange sound, a sort of hissing—hiss, hiss—like a snake flicking its tongue. She felt a chill above her head, looked up, and saw a gigantic black snake coiled around a pillar, its crimson vertical pupils coldly watching them.

How big was this snake? Evelyn Foster estimated that it could probably eat all of them in just ten bites, ten people per bite. And even after eating them all, it probably wouldn’t be full, given how thick its body was.

Evelyn Foster’s legs went weak, and she grabbed the arm of an unknown senior sister beside her, who also went weak in the knees and grabbed the arm of a senior aunt next to her.

Evelyn Foster: …So we’re not here to serve our ancestor, but to deliver fresh meat to his snake.

While she was breaking out in goosebumps and terrified, she still found time to wonder: if the snake swallowed them, would it be able to digest the jewelry and clothes they were wearing?

In the end, the brave leader stepped forward and respectfully addressed the giant snake: “Senior, we disciples are here to pay respects to the grandmaster. The sect leader ordered us to serve the grandmaster in daily life.”

The giant black snake slithered down from the tall pillar, silently gliding along the ground, its massive body circling around them. Evelyn Foster stood on the outer edge, feeling the glossy black scales almost brush past her hand—her heart nearly stopped.

What a hardship—she’d never seen such a huge snake in her life, and now she had to get this close.

Fortunately, the snake didn’t seem interested in eating them. It just swept its searchlight-like eyes over them and then slithered past.

Sss—sss—

The giant black snake crawled forward, passing through the Sun and Moon Ghost Epiphyllum.

“Hurry, follow the senior,” the head honcho whispered, and everyone quickly followed.

The leading snake guided them through many maze-like palaces, finally arriving beneath the central tower. From the foot of the mountain, the Three Saints Mountain had looked radiant and holy, but now, standing under the central tower, they realized the sky here looked completely different. The gloomy sky shrouded this whole area, casting a somber air over the bright red walls and golden roofs. The pitch-black chains wrapped around the central tower made it even more chilling.

After arriving, the giant snake climbed up the massive pillar of the tower, but the group couldn’t follow it up the pillar—there were stairs in front of them.

“Let’s go up.” The head honcho held her head high and started up the stairs. She was already acting like a class monitor, and the rest followed her lead. Evelyn Foster trailed at the back, dragging her exhausted body up the stairs.

Such a tall tower—don’t they have elevators?

She thought they’d have to climb all the way to the top, but after about five or six floors, the group stopped, because there were no more stairs leading up.