The Origin of Void Power! The stone door gave a dull sound, like something that had slept for ten thousand years had finally turned over.
Then it slowly slid inward, revealing an even narrower passage.
Su Ming did not enter at once.
He stood at the doorway and waited for a few breaths, letting his perception probe into the depths of the passage first.
The passage was not long, roughly a dozen zhang, and at its end was a square secret chamber.
The four walls of the secret chamber were smooth as mirrors. There were no murals, no Formation Patterns, and no decorations of any kind.
Only in the very center of the chamber floated a dark-gray stone slab.
The slab was not large, about two feet square, its surface as smooth as a mirror polished for ten thousand years.
It hovered quietly in midair three feet above the ground, with no support and no light, merely existing in silence.
Su Ming could sense its aura. Within it was power left behind by the Human Emperor.
He stepped into the passage, the soles of his boots landing on the stone floor with clear, lonely echoes.
He walked to the center of the secret chamber, stopped before the stone slab, and stood still.
The stone slab gave no response, as if it were still waiting for something.
Su Ming raised his right hand and pressed his palm against the surface of the slab.
Gray Void Power surged from his palm and seeped into the stone slab.
The stone slab lit up for an instant.
It was not a dazzling radiance, but a warm, gentle light, like the flame of an old candle.
Within the light, an image emerged: a figure standing atop a city wall, facing a dark-red sea of light.