"Yuan Du seemed to be the Dao title of some powerful expert. Countless years ago, I happened to see it in ancient texts, but the era was far too remote. I truly cannot recall anything else." Wei Changkang frowned in thought, stroking his long beard as he spoke.
"Yuan Du Battle Venerate..." a soft voice said.
"I saw it in ancient texts as well. That should be the name."
The one speaking was actually Zhong Wan. Noticing everyone looking at her, she immediately lowered her head.
"Who exactly was he?" Huang Daohua asked.
Zhong Wan shook her head.
"That is unimportant. As long as we obtain this expert's Immortal Dao inheritance, we will naturally find out." Huang Daohua's expression was full of excitement.
As he spoke, Huang Daohua lightly pushed the stone door with his hand. It did not budge in the slightest.
He nodded at an elderly man with a scar across his face standing beside him.
The scar-faced elder was at the late stage of nascent soul. He drew a large saber that was blood red from hilt to tip, and amid surging spiritual energy, he fiercely slashed it against the stone door.
Boom!
A muffled explosion rang out. Dust billowed up, and violent spiritual energy swept in all directions.
A light breeze blew past, carrying all the smoke and dust away.
The scar-faced elder stood before the stone door with his blood red saber in hand, but the door was as smooth as a mirror, utterly unmarked.
The scar-faced elder was at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. The power of that slash had been enough to split a mountain outside, yet it had not even left a trace on the stone door.
Everyone looked at one another.
Huang Daohua shook his head, went forward two