Inside the Cultivation Chamber.
Chen Lin placed the Inkstone on the table.
He took out the Silver-Bristle Pen, then a high-grade strange beast blood crystal, and slowly ground it against the Inkstone.
A curious sight appeared.
The moment the blood crystal touched the Inkstone, it began to melt. The resulting "blood ink" gently writhed, transforming into tiny runic inscriptions arranged according to some pattern, with a beauty that pleased the eye.
Chen Lin's gaze flickered.
He immediately took out the Bamboo Board and dipped the Silver-Bristle Pen into the blood ink.
Silver light flashed from the brush bristles as the tiny characters were drawn into them. Each swayed with graceful vitality, as though flourishing a brush and splashing ink.
At the sight.
Anticipation appeared on Chen Lin's face.
He positioned the Bamboo Board and wrote the nine-digit "password" on it.
The brush tip gave off a faint silver glow as it touched the Bamboo Board. The tiny characters turned back into ink, leaving writing on its surface.
He completed it in one flowing stroke.
After waiting a while without seeing the writing fade, Chen Lin picked up the Bamboo Board and focused his senses on it.
Yet no matter how he examined it, he could find nothing special.
He shook his head.
It seemed he had overthought things. This object had nothing to do with the password; its actual purpose still needed to be uncovered.
"Hm?"
Just as he was about to put the Bamboo Board away, Chen Lin suddenly froze.
The writing on the Bamboo Board faded again, then vanished.
"Have I still not met the requirements?"
Seeing this, Chen Lin stopped putting it away and set the Bamboo Board back on the table.
He pondered in silence.
A long while passed.
Light flickered between his brows as he