Chen Lin felt a tug on his body, then found himself in a crude stone chamber. Luminous stones embedded in the walls on either side gave off a faint glow.
Seeing no danger, he immediately checked his body before breathing a sigh of relief.
Then, as if remembering something, he hurriedly took out the Jade Talisman at his chest.
His expression turned utterly grim.
The Jade Talisman was gone. Only a pile of powder remained in the pouch.
In this state, there was certainly no hope of restoring it.
Chen Lin's heart ached. The Jade Talisman was the magical tool he found easiest to use, and it had saved him from peril several times. Without it, he would have died more than once.
He would not have traded his Jade Talisman even for a peak-grade magical tool, yet he had lost it here.
After grieving for a while, Chen Lin collected himself, took out some mingqing spiritual water, and dabbed it on his eyes before looking up.
Only after turning around several times and confirming that the red line was gone did a hint of joy finally appear on his face.
Although he did not know whether the red line had disappeared because he entered the Golden Light Gate or because of the Jade Talisman's final burst of power, at least one weight had been lifted from his heart.
Now he needed to find out exactly where he was and whether there was a way out.
After composing himself, Chen Lin turned his attention to his surroundings.
The stone chamber was tiny, its entirety visible at a glance, and completely empty.
Without pausing, he cast a Vajra Cover on himself and walked through the stone door.
Then he froze and immediately held his flying sword across his body.
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