"Heavenly Mystery Mansion?"
After Lin Xuan withdrew his divine sense, he could not help taking a deep breath, his face full of shock.
Then his brows furrowed slightly, and he pressed a hand to his forehead, as if pondering.
A moment later, a resolute gleam flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes, as if he had finally made up his mind.
Turning, Lin Xuan erupted with azure light all over. It wrapped his entire body from head to toe, then the halo flickered and actually shrank rapidly, transforming into a whirlwind that enveloped the pearl. A buzzing sound reached his ears, and then all the light vanished without a trace, sinking into the pearl.
A blue robe, a lake, green bamboo.
What appeared before his eyes was actually such a scene, giving the impression that he had arrived inside a Void Treasure.
But when his gaze swept over it, this space was far too small, and its laws were clearly different from an Instantaneous Bag and the Ten Thousand Soul Tower as well.
This was no Void Treasure, merely a Heavenly Mystery Mansion.
Flower Ancestor had carried it with him, and had not even abandoned it when his Nascent Soul fled for its life. Clearly, its value was anything but trivial, absolutely not something an ordinary Heavenly Mystery Mansion could compare to.
Lin Xuan strode toward the bamboo grove.
Faint mist pervaded the grove, just like the kind commonly seen after rising in the morning, not attracting the slightest attention.
Yet as Lin Xuan looked at it, his gaze gradually grew grave. This was no ordinary illusion art; within it were also the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, their mutual generation and restraint.
Somewhat tricky!
But only tricky. To think it could stop him was a fool talking