No light shone through the crack; it was as black as solidified ink. Standing in front of the crack, one could feel a faint current of air emanating from it, carrying an indescribable aura.

When Chen Ping first noticed the crack, he saw a ghost cultivator walk up to it and step inside without hesitation.

The cultivator’s figure vanished into the crack as if swallowed by darkness, without making a sound or leaving a trace.

Chen Ping waited for a moment, but there was no movement from the crack, and the cultivator did not come out.

He began to notice the crack.

Over the next few days, he observed that ghost cultivators came to the crack one after another, and then went inside, but no one ever came out.

When those cultivators went in, most of them were expressionless, their steps were steady, and they showed no fear or expectation, as if they were completing an ordinary task.