His heart couldn't help but tremble slightly as he pondered: could this place be the ruins of some ancient Wanjian Sect? This discovery undoubtedly stirred an indescribable sense of shock and anticipation within him.
Beside him, Shen Zhengping was equally moved by the scene before them, his face brimming with uncontainable excitement. He understood well that the value of the Sect Ruins far surpassed that of any relic left behind by a Sacred Tomb.
The hidden martial arts manuals, cultivation resources, and even the legacy of the Wanjian Sect were priceless treasures that could drive any martial artist to madness.
As Ye Xingchen stepped toward the mysterious stone door, miraculously, it began to slowly open on its own, as if welcoming this fated visitor.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Xingchen solemnly stepped inside the stone door, ready to explore this unknown realm.
Just as Shen Zhengping was eager to follow Ye Xingchen in, a stern and cold voice suddenly echoed from within the stone door: "Only those who pass the trial may enter." The voice was like celestial music yet carried an undeniable authority that made Shen Zhengping halt in his tracks.
With a helpless shake of his head, Shen Zhengping felt a pang of reluctance in his heart but knew all too well that his strength was insufficient to face this unknown trial.
He turned to Ye Xingchen, his eyes filled with anticipation and respect: "Brother Ye, my abilities are lacking; I will wait here for your triumphant return. May you find great rewards within these Sect Ruins!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xingchen nodded slightly, a flicker of determination and gratitude in his eyes: "Alright, Shen Brother, please wait here for a moment."
"I will do my utmost not to disappoint." With that, he turned and stepped deeper into the stone door, leaving Shen Zhengping alone to quietly guard the ancient ruins.
As Ye Xingchen entered the ancient and mysterious stone door, he was immediately struck by the sight before him.
The magnificent towers and palaces, though weathered and dilapidated from time's passage, still struggled to conceal their former glory and brilliance. Pavilions and towers were arranged in an intricate manner, seemingly narrating tales of long-buried history that sparked endless imagination.
However, as he continued deeper into the ruins, an ominous feeling crept into his heart. Scattered bones lay strewn across the ground, intertwined with broken Puppets, creating a desolate scene.
These had once been powerful beings in this realm but had now turned to dust. One couldn't help but lament the cruelty of time and the fragility of life.
Just as Ye Xingchen felt a surge of tension within him, a distant and profound voice suddenly resonated from within the building, piercing through the barriers of time and striking at his soul: "Those of future generations may come to gather on the upper floor." The voice was filled with age-old mystery, as if it contained some unknown summons.
Ye Xingchen looked up to see an elderly man dressed in Ma Yi standing quietly atop the loft, his gaze deep and penetrating as if he could see through all things in existence.
His heart stirred; he immediately activated Breaking Void Eye to discern the old man's true nature. An image appeared: Name: Shen Dongliu; at his peak cultivation level, he had reached the Great Sage Pinnacle. Now, however, he remained only as a remnant thought with no danger to others.
Realizing that the old man bore no malice, Ye Xingchen's tension gradually dissipated. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward with firm resolve into that ancient and mysterious loft.
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