As his hands came together, the statue before them suddenly split apart with a crack, revealing a long passageway.
Jun Yue's heart pounded...
She finally understood why her husband had gone to such painstaking lengths to plan all this. Without the Imperial Preceptor's approval, no one in the world would have imagined that the Thousand Streams Sect was Wujianmen's headquarters. Even if they had guessed it, they could never have found Wujianmen's true entrance.
The Thousand Streams Sect's intricacy was beyond imagination.
The sect on the right was merely its outer garment. Even if someone ignorant of the truth infiltrated the sect, they would only plunge headfirst into its shell, never touching its core.
Its core lay within the Buddhist sect.
And this Buddhist sect was not a Buddhist sect in the traditional sense, but a gateway opened directly upon the Buddha's body.
Only great powers and great sages who were truly useful to Wujianmen could genuinely step through this gateway.
Once the passage opened, it stretched into boundless darkness.
Luo Wuxin and Jun Yue stepped into the passage, only to suddenly sense a strange aura.
It was as though they had taken one step into a new world that did not belong to this realm.
An imprint suddenly appeared within Jun Yue's spiritual platform. It was exceedingly peculiar, exceedingly stubborn; the moment it entered her spiritual platform, it tightly connected itself to every part of her body.
Jun Yue's heart lurched. She gently raised a finger, caught Luo Wuxin's hand, and traced several strokes across his palm with her little finger.
"Spiritual platform!"
Yes, she had written those two words: spiritual platform.
She did not transmit her voice, only wrote, because she had a terrifying feeling that her spiritual platform seemed to have been controlled by this imprint.
Luo