Lin Feng stood there for a long time, contemplating every detail and engraving the heavenly secrets contained in the mural deep within his divine soul. Only then did he slowly withdraw his gaze, turn, and leave the tower, continuing his exploration deeper into the secret realm's complex of buildings.
The Return to the Ruins Secret Realm extended far beyond what the eye could see. The entire ancient complex was intricate, its layers nested within one another and stretching on without end, far grander and vaster than he had imagined.
Lin Feng passed through winding old corridors, tranquil courtyards, and weathered, ruined side halls. Everywhere he looked bore the traces of accumulated years. Many halls had already half collapsed, their beams rotten and their bricks and tiles scattered. Only broken walls remained standing in silence, recounting the vicissitudes of countless ages.
He investigated carefully as he steadily advanced, overlooking no corner or hidden recess, yet he found no tangible treasures or opportunities, no cultivation technique legacies, no secret caches of supreme artifacts. Aside from ancient buildings and dormant Dao resonance, nothing stirred anywhere in this area. It seemed utterly unremarkable, yielding nothing.
Yet Lin Feng only grew more certain and composed.
The more uneventful and unrewarding it seemed, the clearer it became that the central opportunity lay beyond the outskirts. The true legacy, the true trials, and the true heart of this place had to be hidden in the main hall at the deepest core of the secret realm.
He continued farther and farther in. Before long, an immense main hall, towering and magnificent, finally came into view.
The main hall stood at the highest point in the center of the complex. Grand and solemn, it towered over every surrounding tower and side hall. Built entirely from enormous Ancient Spirit Stones,