The Mongol army parted like a tide, opening a path that led straight to Yanxiang Hall.
The three buildings, one main and two auxiliary, formed a system of their own, carrying an austere and solemn air.
Jiang Dali wanted to see just what was so extraordinary about the stone walls supposedly painted from fragments of the War God's Catalogue. He took the lead up the steps with the others, passed the main hall, and arrived before the left Yanxiang Hall, where large red lanterns hung.
At this time, the doors of all three halls were tightly shut. Each entrance consisted of two iron gates made of refined steel, each roughly a foot thick, meeting in the middle, two zhang high and four zhang wide.
Jiang Dali estimated that each of those doors would require ten strong men to push open.
Before the entrance to the left hall stood a stone wall that emitted the fluctuations of Mingyun Crystal.
"Champion King, you have five friends. The stone walls on either side contain the Dharma manifestations of seven supreme experts who once stormed Jingyan Palace. If you spare Chida, then one among your friends may enter War God's Hall directly, without undergoing this mental battle."
Simongba's voice carried from afar.
Chida's expression shifted. He secretly glanced at Jiang Dali, then immediately pressed his palms together and bowed toward the main hall. "Many thanks, Master Si!"
Jiang Dali's expression remained calm. "We can discuss that later. Since the stone walls depict seven supreme experts, I would like to meet the seven men who stormed Jingyan Palace centuries ago. But I wonder, is Great Hero Chuan Ying among them?"
At the mention of Chuan Ying, even someone as arrogant as Jiang Dali used the title "Great Hero." The spirits of those around him also