After walking for a long time, night had fallen. Lu Yin sat in a tree and looked up at the sky, surprised by how beautiful it was here.
"Bro, how many days can your Dao Pu let you stay here?" the fat man suddenly asked, then groaned in frustration. "Oh, right. You're deaf and mute."
Lu Yin's mind stirred. Dao Pu? He meant that cushion, probably. It could let him stay here for a certain number of days? So there was a time limit, and it varied from person to person. He thought it over and decided to take out the Dao Pu and have a look. He also wanted to see how the fat man would react.
But the next moment, his expression changed. He couldn't open his Void Ring.
What the hell? Why wouldn't his Void Ring open? Lu Yin tried several times, but nothing changed. Then he suddenly remembered a detail. The fat man was relatively weak compared to him, but he was still an elite among the geniuses. There was no way he didn't have any medicine, yet his fist was still swollen. He hadn't treated it with anything. Could it be because he couldn't open his Void Ring?
Lu Yin lay down and thought back over what the fat man had said that day. First, this place was called the Dao Origin Sect. This mountain path was the sect's trial for its disciples, and it was called the Divine Armor Gate. The fat man's cultivation method was quite unusual. His "Imprint" seemed to bolster something, and for people who cultivated like him, being an Imprint User seemed to be a mark of distinction—or, rather, a synonym for the strong. The fat man had also said he was in the Exploration Realm, which proved that this