They left the garden.
The winding path led into a secluded place, with a trickling stream.
The ground was no longer covered in corpses, and there was no more bloody slaughter. Dim white light seeped from the lanterns, adding a touch of color to the pitch-black surroundings.
They did not encounter any more evil spirits.
Instead.
The farther they went.
The more a refreshing sandalwood fragrance filled the air around them, making their spirits rise and their souls feel invigorated.
When they emerged from the path.
A bamboo grove greeted them.
Deep within the bamboo grove.
A great hall with red walls and white tiles appeared before them.
The great hall was glowing.
It was not only the lanterns hanging beneath the eaves. Even the dazzling murals and ancient, mysterious carvings all radiated a faint, multicolored haze.
"Is this an insight into the supernatural?"
Gao Jie stepped forward.
He saw ancient characters carved into one stone stele after another.
He could not understand them.
Nor did he need to.
Simply standing before the steles and letting his gaze follow the strokes of each character filled him with a sense of physical and spiritual joy. It was as though his understanding and perception of the supernatural had risen to an entirely new level.
"Priceless treasure."
"If we could stay here for a long time, the possibility of the supernatural within us awakening would be greatly reduced."
Qian Jia exclaimed.
In just this short while, he could already feel an inexplicable calm spreading through the supernatural presence inside him. The mental shock and supernatural fluctuations caused by using the iron rod to smash the Vicious Ghost to death earlier were also gradually subsiding.
"Was this left behind by that senior?"
"Incredible."
"Just the spiritual imprints remaining in these characters alone have benefited