As they walked into the passage, it stretched on for quite a distance, yet remained calm. Nothing unusual happened along the way. About two or three minutes later, a light finally appeared at the far end of the pitch-black passage.
The light was dazzling, and for a moment, Xiao Heng could not make out what lay beyond it. However, his senses told him that there truly seemed to be something extraordinary ahead.
What Xiao Heng did not notice was that Old Yao, half a step behind him, had long since clenched his fist beneath his sleeve. As he looked at the light, there was not much joy in his eyes.
He had not deceived Xiao Heng. It truly was something extraordinary. Yet back then, he had narrowly escaped death countless times to obtain the Burning Art, and later paid an enormous price for that thing. How could there be no price to pay this time?
Still, it did not matter. This time, he had some confidence. Besides, a gift for his disciple could not be too shabby, could it? Otherwise, would that not be far too humiliating?
He was Yao Chen, the Medicine Saint. How could the gift he gave his disciple be poor? Would that not make people laugh their teeth out? Paying a slight price for the sake of this "face" was only natural.
At the end of the passage stood an enormous pitch-black stone gate. Mysterious runes and several illustrations were carved upon it.
The largest illustration showed two figures standing opposite each other on the two halves of the gate. The runes spread outward, with water on one side and fire on the other.
"This is...!" Xiao Heng stared at the mysterious runes and strange illustrations. An indescribably terrifying aura emanated from the gate. They were