The instant the three women stepped into the Light Gate, it was as if they had passed through an invisible membrane.
The scene before their eyes changed abruptly—it was no longer the floor and walls of the inn room, but a strange world.
The sky overhead was pale gold. There was no sun, yet it was filled with warm, brilliant light. Beneath their feet was soft earth, like stepping on cotton. The air was saturated with spiritual energy so dense it almost seemed about to condense into substance, and with every breath, they could feel pure energy pouring into their bodies.
Spirit Flame Maiden drew in a deep breath, her eyes going round.
"The spiritual energy here... it's so dense!" She had cultivated in the Hundred Thousand Volcanoes for decades, but she had never felt such concentrated spiritual energy before. Its density was several times greater than the Mountain Clan's sacred cultivation ground.
It was also Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing's first time inside. They silently looked around, their eyes full of curiosity.
As far as the eye could see, there was an enormous Medicine Garden.
At the center of the Medicine Garden was a strange spring—half blazing hot as fire, half icy cold as frost. Ice and fire met within the spring, yet did not erode each other, forming a wondrous balance. The land around the spring was planted with all kinds of Immortal Herbs and Spiritual Medicines. Some were silver-white from top to bottom, their leaves like swords; some were scarlet all over, their fruits like pearls; some were entirely emerald green, like a carpet paved from jade. There were also some spiritual medicines Spirit Flame Maiden had never seen and could not name—some were golden all over, as though cast from gold; some were purple-black from top