In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
Chen Lin went out for a look around every few days, keeping a constant watch on developments outside, but nothing new had happened within the space.
The Holy Pagoda was still there.
More and more people gathered beneath it. Almost all the survivors had gone there, but they still had not found a way inside.
"Have you discovered anything, Fellow Daoist Yang?"
After making a circuit of the space, Chen Lin landed beneath the pagoda and addressed Yang Qianxing.
Yang Qianxing looked gloomy. He sighed. "No. This pagoda has no entrance at all. We've examined every inch of it without finding any mechanism we can trigger."
"What about those carvings? Nothing unusual about them either?"
Chen Lin asked another question.
The pagoda had nine stories, each bearing a raised relief depicting an unknown creature. When he had examined the pagoda earlier, he had thought the mechanism for opening its entrance should be hidden in those reliefs.
Yang Qianxing shook his head. "We've tried every method, but the reliefs haven't changed. And who knows what this pagoda is made of? Even the sharpest treasures can't make the slightest dent in it. Forcing our way in is impossible."
"Is that so?"
Chen Lin rubbed his chin, finding the problem thorny as well.
But he did not think he was more capable than everyone else.
All the surviving cultivators in the space were gathered here now, more than fifty in total, and the vast majority were Dao Integration experts. If so many people could do nothing, neither could he. He could only keep waiting.
Leaving Yang Qianxing, Chen Lin looked around the crowd again and approached a man.
"Greetings, Master Xu!"
This man was Xu Chenxuan. He, too, had entered this