Hall of Inherited Skills

Wu Chong and the other two entered the gateway from which chanting drifted. As they stepped through, the scenery around them flowed and shifted like rippling water.

Before long, an enormous temple appeared ahead of them.

The temple was exceedingly ancient and unadorned. That ethereal chanting came from within, passage after passage, mysterious beyond measure.

The three did not dare act rashly. Instead, they warily watched the several paths before the temple, paved with black and white stones.

"I have heard that the Immortal Mansion is layered with restrictions. A single misstep could trigger one and lead to unforeseen danger." True Person Fu Xuan murmured, then took out several talismans for protection.

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, and his pupils turned golden. His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of obstruction and fell upon the temple ahead.

This was a pupil-technique divine ability he cultivated, capable of seeing through falsehood and directly reaching the true essence and origin of all things.

"I can be certain that this temple should be a place similar to the Hall of Inherited Skills, but..." Jiang Han frowned slightly, trailing off.

"Junior Brother Jiang, just say what you mean. But what?" Wu Chong asked bluntly.

Jiang Han frowned. "We entered these Immortal Mansion Ruins rather late. Many cultivators had already entered before us, so why have we not seen a single person nearby?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Chong too felt a chill crawl down his spine.

There were eight entrances to the Immortal Mansion Ruins. Even if few people had entered through this gate, it should not possibly have been this deserted!

Something was definitely amiss!

True Person Fu Xuan remained silent for a long while. He lightly pinched a talisman in his hand, then activated it.

swish!

The spiritual patterns