Moten Hermit

The instant he entered the passage, Lu Changsheng felt a savage force of space crush and knead his entire body, as though he had been stuffed between endlessly spinning millstones. His internal organs churned out of place, and his vision filled with twisted ribbons of light and shattered patches of color. Instinctively, he shielded Murong Taxue and Lin Qingxuan behind him, six kinds of lightning forming a thin robe over his body to resist the omnipresent tearing force.

The dizziness lasted for a dozen or so breaths before solid ground suddenly appeared beneath his feet. Lu Changsheng steadied himself and slowly opened his eyes.

Before him lay a vast, boundless golden tunnel.

The tunnel was not built of brick or stone, but of some kind of solidified light. Its walls had the texture of flowing metal, as though the entire passage had been carved out of a single enormous block of divine gold. It was so immense that its end lay beyond sight. A deep hum echoed from its depths, like the heartbeat of an ancient beast. What truly stirred Lu Changsheng and the others, however, was the torrent of spiritual energy filling the tunnel.

The torrent was not invisible. It was a faint milky white, like a tide given substance, surging endlessly from the depths of the tunnel. Every "droplet" contained energy of the utmost purity. A single breath left every limb and bone wonderfully at ease, abruptly accelerated the circulation of spiritual energy through their meridians, and even brought greater clarity to their seas of consciousness.

"This spiritual energy..."

Lu Changsheng extended his hand, palm upward, letting the milky torrent wash over it. As the spiritual energy seeped into his skin, it felt as warm and smooth as jade. Its purity surpassed that of the lower realm's Nine