A mere dozen breaths felt so long it seemed to stretch to the very limit. At last, the astral winds dispersed, and the aftershocks of the explosion slowly dissolved into nothingness.
"Whew!"
Elder Fan let out a breath, his face deathly pale. That had truly been dangerous just now; he had nearly capsized in a gutter. This boy Lin would rather be jade shattered than tile whole.
The white-haired Old Crone wore much the same expression, her face full of relief. Though this boy Lin's strength was not particularly impressive, he was still a Dongxuan Realm cultivator after all. In a sealed stone chamber like this, the power of his self-detonation was no laughing matter.
Fortunately, they had endured it in the end. Otherwise, if they had died here without even knowing why, that would truly have been too unjust.
At this moment, it would not be too much to call it surviving a calamity.
Yet a strange scene entered their eyes.
The power of Lin Xuan's self-detonation just now had been no small matter, and yet this little stone chamber remained perfectly intact.
It gave the impression that nothing at all had happened. Forget collapsing or cracking—even the few stone pillars arranged in staggered order at the center of the chamber were still perfectly fine. Their positions had not shifted in the slightest.
How was this possible?
"How could a mere stone hut possibly be hard to such an extent?"
The white-haired Old Crone's murmured voice entered his ears, her face filled with shock.
"Hmph. There is nothing impossible about it. If not for the peculiar restriction at the entrance to Spirit Flower Fairy's cultivation cave, I would have taken the treasure into my hands back then. Why would I need to go through such great twists and turns