Deep in the cavern, the passageway was pitch-black.
The passageway was covered in all manner of Water Dao forbidden array patterns. No one could cross even half a step.
At the end of the passageway stood a vast hall.
The cavern hall stretched a full thousand meters across and was filled with all kinds of ancient objects.
A pile of stone bricks looked as though they had been removed from some stone structure, steeped in an aura of antiquity.
Some battered farming tools, such as sickles and plowshares, had lost all their vitality and looked utterly ordinary.
The most mysterious object of all was a stone slab!
The slab was exceedingly ancient, carved with a relief.
The relief was exquisitely detailed, depicting a Kunpeng: the Kun seemed to roam the vast ocean, its every movement stirring the Northern Abyss, while the Peng seemed to beat its wings across the nine heavens, carrying the sky upon its back!
At that moment, the relief seemed to have been activated, emanating an ancient, mysterious aura, as if forming the sun, moon, and stars, the flames of the Bright Cosmos, and even the shadow of a Kunpeng...
Before the relief, a young man sat cross-legged.
He was sturdy in build and dressed simply, like a farmer from some village. Yet the aura of a true dragon circled around him, and his Qi and Blood sometimes transformed into a Kunpeng, sometimes into a true dragon... utterly mysterious.
This young man was none other than Long Zixuan!
At that moment, he slowly opened his eyes, rose to his feet, and walked toward the center of the cavern hall.
At the center stood a stone dais, and on it rested an ancient, mottled lamp.
The dais was covered in dense array patterns. Just looking at them