After entering the upper passage, Chen Chuan slowly drifted upward. He examined both sides. The walls around him were some distance away, covered in glowing moss, but the light was insufficient and could only faintly illuminate the surroundings.
There were no climbing tools here. Anyone who was not a Fighter would be unable to get up here without equipment.
After reaching the upper level, he found layers of ledges shrouded in mist. Though it could not block his sight, the place was vast. He had no idea where the thing he sought was located, and finding it might take some time.
Just as he thought this, the Obsidian Spear in his hand began to tremble lightly. He immediately relaxed somewhat and let it guide his arm toward a certain direction. With a turn of his gaze, he drifted that way.
At last, he landed atop a ledge. Once there, the spear stopped trembling as well. He looked ahead. It seemed this was the right place.
Fierce Wind Elder had said that only people like divine guards were qualified to enter this place. Yet when the elder had been chanting earlier, Chen Chuan had sensed no response whatsoever from any divine power. At most, there had been a faint trace of mental power resonating with the Esoteric Ritual itself, and what it activated was merely the power already contained within the Esoteric Ritual.
Therefore, he believed that anyone holding the spear and entering this place in the proper way should be qualified to obtain what was here.
His guess was not without basis. During the war between the Western Continent immigrants and the First People, the Nature Spirits worshipped by the First People had appeared before. Yet they had ultimately failed to reverse the defeat. As the entire dynasty collapsed, those