Wei Fan's expression turned strange. It seemed Feng Hua's target was the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm.
According to Feng Hua's speculation, the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm might really be here—provided he had not already obtained it.
But he now possessed the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm. If there were another inheritance of it here, Qi Daozhen would have had no need to leave its inheritance behind in the Great Ying Dynasty.
Of course, it was also possible that the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm he had obtained had not been left behind by Qi Daozhen.
So there might still be an inheritance of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm here, though he considered the odds slim. In any case, every possibility existed.
"Go! This entrance can only remain open for three breaths!"
A phantom little door suddenly appeared in the restored mountain valley. Feng Hua was the first to turn into a streak of light and rush inside. Hearing this, Wei Fan secretly connected with the Human Emperor Bell to stay on guard as he followed her in.
The next moment, the scene before him shifted, and he appeared in a place resembling a grand hall.
It was not large, only around a hundred square meters, and its furnishings were simple. Several oil lamps on the walls gave off faint light. A waist-high stone platform stood in the center, and there was nothing else.
Two handprints were carved into the stone platform, along with two lines of large characters: "Gather two Martial Kings below fifty years of age to open the ruins and obtain a fortuitous opportunity!"
So the conditions for opening this place—two Martial Kings under fifty—had been written here.
Feng Hua was already standing before the stone platform, waiting for Wei