He suddenly stood up, propped himself up on the table, and quickly flung his wide and plain sleeves, precisely storing the extremely valuable giant python core into his personal storage artifact. Without daring to delay for a second, he stepped quickly through the bluestone corridor.
The bronze lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor swayed gently in the wind, the flickering light making its rushing figure seem elongated. His heavy and frantic footsteps echoed in the silent pavilion, revealing his unease.
As you walk to the end of the corridor, fine lines appear slowly on the seemingly flat and patternless stone walls, and a hidden door opens silently, revealing a spiral stone staircase descending vertically.
The stone walls on both sides of the stone steps were decorated with endless rows of dark blue cold spirit stones. The cold light was like an ancient undying spring from the ground, calm and cold, bringing a deathly silence that isolated all life, making the entire passage a blend of light and shadow.
The old man did not dare to slow his steps, descending the spiral stone stairs until he arrived at a giant black iron stone door carved with the illusory and real patterns of the Xuanming Ancient Clan.
The stone gate was as heavy as a mountain, with complicated, crisscrossing patterns. Each pattern contained the profound mystery of the transformation between reality and illusion, and was the core restriction that ancient clans used to guard underground secret chambers.
The old man raised his hand and placed his calloused palm firmly on the circular groove in the center of the stone gate. The pure and gentle primordial laws of ancient clans flowed continuously from his palm, like water seeping into layers of rock, spreading and flowing along thousands of lines.
Buzzing-
A deep ancient Daoist chant slowly resounded, and the illusory patterns on the stone door lit up with dark golden light. The heavy door panels slowly slid to the side, revealing a vast and solemn underground chamber beyond.
The secret room was spacious and empty, with several ancient black stone pillars standing on the four walls, supporting the structure of the entire room.
There were no open flames around, only a few ancient bronze oil lamps embedded in the four walls, flickering and burning. The dim yellowish light cast a shadow over the spacious secret room, making it resemble an ancient palace at dusk, quiet, majestic, and with a touch of melancholy and oppression.
Right in the middle of the secret room, a tall and slender figure stood with his hands behind his back.
The man wore flowing dark purple robes, the texture of the fabric subtly revealing the Daoist principles of reality and illusion, which undulated slightly along with his aura.
He had a handsome and graceful appearance with firm facial features, looking no more than forty years old in his prime. However, deep within his eyes buried the twists and turns of life over the years, the sharpness of countless battles, and the powerful authority as a clan leader.
The aura he exuded was extremely restrained, like a bottomless frozen pond in the dead of winter. Its surface was calm and quiet, but beneath it lay a powerful force capable of shaking the heavens and the earth, making people not dare to look directly at it or make any rash movements.
He was none other than Gu Li, the current patriarch of the Xuanming Ancient Clan, a leading expert who had been in charge of the rise and fall of the clan for ten thousand years and had comprehended the ultimate Dao of Illusion and Reality.
The old man stepped forward quickly, bowed deeply, his posture was very respectful, and spoke in a very low voice, but still couldn’t hide the urgency and anxiety in his heart: “Clan leader, I have an urgent matter to report.”
Gu Li slowly opened his previously closed eyes, and two deep and cold gazes fell on him. That gaze was calm and silent, but carried an invisible pressure: “Speak.”
The old man took a deep breath of the cool air in the secret room, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and told in detail everything that had just happened in Chenxi Pavilion.
From David receiving a gift from the forbidden area with his still low cultivation, namely at the eighth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, a gift that no one dared to accept, to crossing the Cold Abyss Forbidden Area and eliminating the Earth Abyss Giant Snake, a fourth rank Great Luo Golden Immortal, within three days;
Returning the intact and ancient core of the giant python completely changed everyone’s understanding.
At the last moment, an accidental display of the pressure of the origin of chaos almost caused the Chenxi Pavilion’s illusion and reality array to collapse. Every detail and every anomaly is reported without being hidden.
Gu Li stood quietly listening, his face calm and collected, without the slightest commotion in his expression, as if he was not hearing a world-shaking event, but rather just an ordinary and trivial matter.
However, the moment the old man said the words “origin of chaos,” an extremely subtle and sharp glint appeared in the depths of his eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch.
The secret room was silent for a moment, only lit by the flickering flame of an oil lamp.
After a long time, Gu Li slowly raised his feet and walked slowly in the empty secret room. His fingertips gently tapped the Void Jade inlaid jade belt around his waist, and his deep voice contained a hint of deep thought and contemplation.
FAQ Novel
Q: Who is the mysterious young cultivator?
A: The text mentions a young man claiming to be a heretic cultivator from a lower realm.
Q: What is the significance of the serpent’s core?
A: The core is the intact beast core of a powerful Abyss Python, a creature previously unvanquishable by the Xuanming Ancient Clan.
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