As the terracotta figure entered the cave, it passed through two formations. Once inside, Lu Xiaotian could no longer hear even a sound from the outside.
The cave concealed a world of its own, far larger than Lu Xiaotian had imagined. It spanned more than a hundred zhang in every direction and was divided into several stone chambers. Inside stood dozens of lifelike terracotta figures, some holding long halberds, others clad in armor and bearing weapons.
"How do you like this place?" The terracotta figure turned and asked.
"Not bad." Lu Xiaotian kept his amazement from showing on his face. He swept his gaze around and concluded that this cave abode had not been built in the past few years. It must have been here for quite some time. He had encountered this terracotta figure at Silent Star Lake last time. Given how familiar it was with this place, had it not been here long ago?
Lu Xiaotian grew even more curious about the terracotta figure's mysterious origins.
"You needn't guess who I am. You wouldn't figure it out. The place you once lived had several cultivation worlds, but in truth, it was only a corner of the entire cultivation world. The place you've set foot in now is called Blood Gourd Island. There's a natural restriction here, and there are only two ways to leave: first, reach a cultivation level above Golden Core; second, obtain the Blood-Smiting Gourd. That's precisely why I brought you here. My physical body has been destroyed, and my strength has fallen drastically, so I must rely on your help to leave." The terracotta figure spoke frankly.
"The Blood-Smiting Gourd is Blood Gourd Daoist's magical artifact. Trying to get our hands on it would be suicide, wouldn't it?" Lu Xiaotian waited for the terracotta figure