Sui Lun True Monarch

Drip... drip...

Within the passage of the deep underground palace, icy droplets fell one after another onto the brick floor.

Li Yan followed Yuan Feng onward, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings from time to time.

The farther they went, the heavier the cold, damp moisture seeping through the cracks between the floor tiles became.

Although Yuan Feng carried a trace of drunkenness, he was exceptionally cautious about granting passage, allowing only Li Yan to venture deeper.

The guards along the way were stringent. Only after passing through layer upon layer of checkpoints did they finally arrive.

This enormous domed cavern had clearly been transformed from a natural cave within the mountain.

The massive bell-shaped prototype of the Steam Engine had already been completely dismantled. On the ten-meter-long old elm table beside it, the gears and components had been sorted into separate categories and stacked in neat, orderly piles.

The scene at the center of the cavern was even more astonishing:

Twelve bare-chested Mo Sect craftsmen stood at the positions of the Eight Trigrams, using levers to suspend a huge bronze cylinder.

Several Old Taoists held steel awls, carefully engraving runes across its surface before meticulously applying pigment mixed with cinnabar... Li Yan suddenly stopped, his face filled with astonishment.

The Steam Engine had clearly been dismantled, yet this enormous cylinder seemed to still be operating independently!

Water vapor condensed across its thick metal shell, turning into beads of dew that rolled downward.

Hiss—hiss—

The instant the droplets struck the ground, they stirred up wisps of pungent white smoke, while a thin layer of frost formed across the floor.

This was...

Li Yan frowned, formed a hand seal with his fingers, and focused as he sniffed.

"Senior! This... is it the Innate Gangsha Two Qi?!"

He abruptly turned his head