Desperate Survival, Escaping into a Mysterious Cave Dwelling

The moment they passed through the spatial vortex, the suffocating sensation of space tearing abruptly vanished. Li Wuyang and Huaihuai crashed heavily onto the hard ground, tumbling into a heap.

Little Fire, Yingying, and Treasure-Seeking Mouse Jinbao were also flung out, landing nearby.

Li Wuyang lay on the ground, gasping for breath. His entire body felt like it had fallen apart, and there wasn't a single drop of true qi left within him. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Huaihuai was also exhausted, lying on the ground with its tongue hanging out. Little Fire was covered in wounds, panting on the ground. Only Yingying and Jinbao were in slightly better condition, but they were still shaken.

He struggled to lift his head and surveyed his surroundings.

This seemed to be... a cave? A very large, unusually spacious cave. The ceiling was high, and faint light seeped through, illuminating parts of the area. The cave walls were smooth, as if meticulously polished, and etched with blurry, ancient murals filled with Dao Rhyme.

The air was fresh and rich with spiritual energy, even more concentrated and pure than at the foot of Buzhou Mountain! Furthermore, the atmosphere here exuded an ancient, peaceful, and serene feeling, completely different from the chaos and danger of the Primordial World outside.

Most importantly, the terrifying aura that had been chasing him was completely blocked out! Those outside the spatial turbulence couldn't seem to enter this place, or rather, they couldn't find it.

"Safe... for now..." Li Wuyang let out a long sigh of relief, a sense of gratitude for surviving washing over him.

He struggled to sit up and first checked on his companions' injuries. He gave Little Fire and himself some healing pills and fed Huaihuai, Jinbao, and Yingying spirit fruit.

After resting for a long while, he regained some strength and began to carefully explore the mysterious cave.

The cave was vast, stretching as far as the eye could see. He walked towards the direction where the light was coming from.

The further he went, the more astonished he became. The cave wasn't empty. Occasionally, he saw stone tables, stone benches, and even the traces of dried-up spirit spring pools and withered herb gardens. It was as if someone had lived here before.

The murals on the cave walls gradually became clearer, depicting grand scenes of creation, the movement of stars, and the birth and death of all things. The brushstrokes were ancient, and the artistic conception was profound, giving one a sense of enlightenment the longer they looked.

"What kind of place is this?" Li Wuyang's heart was filled with curiosity. Could it be the cave dwelling of some ancient powerful being?

After walking for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the path opened up into a huge, circular cave hall. In the center of the hall was a crystal-clear pool, emitting dense spiritual energy and life force. In the middle of the pool grew a Green Lotus. It was only a third-grade lotus, but it emanated a chaotic, hazy halo, its Dao Rhyme naturally formed!

"This... could this be..." Li Wuyang's eyes widened as he recalled a certain legend.

Beside the Green Lotus, by the edge of the pool, lay a... meditation cushion.

It was an ordinary-looking meditation cushion woven from unknown weeds.

But Li Wuyang's gaze was drawn to a jade slip placed on the cushion.

The jade slip was ancient and unadorned, yet it seemed to be the core of the entire cave dwelling, with all the Dao Rhyme subtly revering it.

Li Wuyang's heart pounded. He cautiously walked over, afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the place.

He reached the edge of the pool and first bowed respectfully to the Green Lotus (his intuition told him this thing was not to be trifled with), then reached out and picked up the jade slip.

The jade slip felt warm in his hand.

He took a deep breath and sank his spiritual sense into it.

BOOM!

A massive amount of information flooded into his mind!

The first few ancient Dao characters, like great bells and resonant drums, rang deep within his soul:

Huang Ting Jing!