The Mysterious Existence naturally would not refuse Lu Qing's request.
Not to mention that Lu Qing was that person's registered disciple; when it came to the inheritance rights of this space, he was in fact even more rightful than It.
Judging from the potential Lu Qing had displayed alone, while it was unlikely that he would one day touch the Ancestral Witch Realm, his hopes of becoming a Great Witch were extremely high.
Though Lu Qing was not a pure member of the Witch Race, he likewise possessed Witch Race blood in his veins.
If he could become a Great Witch, then the Witch Race's inheritance would not be considered severed.
However, upon hearing that Lu Qing intended to enter seclusion, the Mysterious Existence's thoughts stirred.
"If you plan to cultivate in seclusion here, I know of a place that should suit you quite well."
Within a vast stone chamber steeped in an ancient, weighty aura, Lu Qing was looking around the surrounding walls in wonder.
The towering walls were covered in enormous marks.
Some were fist and palm prints, some were scars from blades and swords, and others were chaotic murals.
Yet without exception, all of these marks were incomparably ancient. Every single one still radiated a faint Dao Rhyme, which was simply unbelievable.
Lu Qing recalled what the Mysterious Existence had told him when he entered.
"That stone chamber was once a place where some members of the Witch Race cultivated in seclusion. Later, that lord teleported it into this space.
"The Dao Marks on the stone walls were all left behind when many True Shamans and Great Witches of the Witch Race gained enlightenment during their seclusion.
"You have only just stepped into the True Shaman Realm. Cultivating there in seclusion may bring you some fortuitous