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With a click, the stone path behind him sealed shut. The circular Stone Disc that had been embedded in the wall now protruded prominently. Reaching out to take the Stone Disc, he realized it was indeed a key to the door, and returning with it felt like recovering something lost. The wall returned to its normal state, as if the stone path had never existed. However, Mo Wen marked the spot where he had taken the Stone Disc, just in case it proved useful; at least it would give him some peace of mind. He stowed away the Stone Disc and spiraled down the corridor. Since he had come this far, he felt compelled to explore the Siheyuan below, no matter how dilapidated it might be.
Although he could have jumped down from above, Mo Wen decided to walk down instead, taking his time to observe along the way. The world at the bottom of the cave appeared somewhat rudimentary from a distance, but that did not detract from the scenery along the path. Mo Wen had to admit that whoever had constructed this cave had put in considerable effort. Typically, caves are built with a rough and ready approach, but this one was meticulously arranged within a completely natural cavern, meeting the builder's needs while preserving the original form of the cave as much as possible. Mo Wen couldn't help but marvel at how much dedication must have gone into creating such a cave; in modern times, only someone with too much free time would undertake such a project.
After quite some time, Mo Wen finally reached the bottom of the cave. It wasn't that he had intentionally dawdled; rather, the cavern was vast and the winding corridor was lengthy. At the end of the corridor lay a square plaza, directly facing what should be the Gate of the Xuantian. However, there were inconsistencies; both the Small Door he entered and this grand entrance were on the same level, and he hadn't felt like he was ascending while traversing the stone path...
Shaking his head, he decided these details were no longer important. First, there were no signs of the Gate of the Xuantian on the cave wall opposite the plaza; second, he was already inside. Looking around, he noticed that aside from stone slabs, there was nothing else in the plaza. The slabs had withstood countless years yet remained intact and appeared as if they had just been cleaned. He crossed through the plaza and followed a narrow path weaving through a forest of stones towards the Siheyuan atop a hill.
The stone forest held many enticing sights—ancient medicinal herbs and peculiar plants—but for safety's sake, he refrained from picking anything. He decided to investigate the Siheyuan first; after all, he was alone in this cave, confirming that saying: "Everything here is mine!"
Standing at the entrance of the Siheyuan and gazing at an inclined stone tablet at its threshold, Mo Wen's expression was one of sheer astonishment. This was perhaps the most irreverent inscription he had ever seen: "This tablet appears when chaos reigns in the world; it is left here for you. Alas, I can write no more! Since you have seen this tablet, I shall inform you about matters within this door. Our sect is called Tai Chi Xuantian Sect; who founded it is now lost to history! Passed down through generations solely to me as its 1,899th leader; I have grown weary of this solitary existence and wish to experience worldly life. All treasures within this sect shall be left to you; you are now the 1,900th leader of Tai Chi Xuantian Sect. The term of leadership is one thousand years; thus far, there has been no early demise among our leaders—may you follow suit! This Cave has been preserved by past leaders; everything within is yours to use freely. The courtyard holds all our Kung Fu manuals. I hope future generations will diligently practice and revive our Sect to uphold the glory of Tai Chi Xuantian Sect! I still have mundane matters to attend to—farewell!"
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