A Colossal Lie

"There will be more and more people; we have to finish quickly." Ling Han sheathed his sword, and turned back to look at the wall that was blocking their way forwards.

They could no longer advance.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine stone squares, and a human portrait was carved on every square. There were young and old, men and women.

"Is this some kind of mechanism? Press the wrong button and a terrifying restriction will be activated to kill the trespasser?" Ling Han mumbled to himself. After his eyes had swept once over the portraits, he stopped at one of them, and smiled. "That should be the case. Isn't this the face of Zi Xue Xian?"