Ascension Hall.
The sect masters walked along the jade steps to the end.
There was no doorway before them, only a pale golden, translucent curtain of light descending from above. Inscriptions flowed across it, and the scene inside the hall was faintly visible.
It was quite mysterious.
"Such a technique is truly ingenious. I can't spot the slightest flaw..."
Cheng Junming clicked his tongue in amazement.
The curtain looked thin, but its defensive power was terrifying. Even they couldn't possibly shake it in the slightest.
"Of course. It was personally arranged by Senior Qiwu, the Spirit Sound Workshop Founder Ancestor's direct disciple. You'd be more surprising if you could spot a flaw." Du Ruoheng spoke mildly.
"..."
Fine, fine!
We know your Founder Ancestor had a good relationship with the Spirit Sound Workshop's Founder Ancestor.
"Oh? Then can Brother Du spot a flaw?" Qin Wei raised an eyebrow.
"I'm no Truth Insight cultivator, so of course I can't." Du Ruoheng answered with complete conviction.
Then he stepped inside.
The pale golden, translucent curtain rippled in circles but didn't stop him from entering.
"Let's go." Chang Yue wasn't surprised.
After all, those two had been at each other's throats for more than a day or two.
As she entered Ascension Hall, Qin Wei followed her inside.
Cheng Junming, however, studied the curtain carefully for a while longer before strolling through it at his leisure.
He felt a coolness wash over him, as if he'd passed through a thin film of water. The scene before him suddenly opened up.
The space inside was far wider than it had seemed from outside.
The hall was spacious and bright.
The surrounding walls were carved with images of the sun, moon, and stars, as well as mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. They depicted how the