Yuwen Changgeng had never expected that the young cultivator beside him would actually take his empty words seriously.
Throughout countless years, no cultivator had ever gained astonishing insights into Spirit Patterns from the structure of Tianjing Hall as described in the ancient records.
He had only mentioned it in passing earlier. Anyone would have understood that it was merely a courteous remark and not taken it seriously.
Yet Qin Fengming's expression was exceedingly solemn. He had clearly taken it as fact and intended to act on it.
"If Fellow Daoist has such an intention, this old man will arrange for two disciples to accompany you on a tour of Tianjing Hall later, and see whether you gain anything." At this point, Yuwen Changgeng naturally could not go back on his word, so he spoke up.
Qin Fengming nodded, taking it as confirmation of Yuwen Changgeng's words.
Yuwen Changgeng then brought out a transmission talisman. A passage appeared on the enormous barrier outside the towering hall. The two figures blurred, and they entered the hall directly.
Although the hall was deep and secluded, the light within was remarkably clear, without the slightest sense of oppression or gloom.
Following behind Yuwen Changgeng, Qin Fengming traversed this strange place that seemed to contain an entire world. Wonder and shock churned endlessly in his heart.
From outside, this magnificent hall merely seemed towering and majestic. But once inside it, one experienced an entirely different kind of wonder.
The roads within the hall wound and crisscrossed in every direction. As he walked through them, Qin Fengming felt as if he were traversing the pathways of some formation patterns.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, after traveling all this way, you must be feeling tired. Rest in this quiet chamber for a few days first. I have already made