A gentle breeze stirred.
The grass on the ground swayed slowly with the force of the wind.
With every breath came the scent of earth mingled with the peculiar air of the mountains.
Everything felt incomparably real.
It did not resemble an illusion array in the slightest.
Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head, his gaze falling upon the towering wall blocking more than a hundred Confucian Cultivators.
The red brick wall carried an eerie, seductive aura.
Merely looking at it made one's mind unable to resist sinking into the colossal wall.
His body moved lightly toward it.
"Be careful!"
Liu Xian could not help calling out as he watched Zeng Anmin, concern showing in his eyes.
At that moment, he stood before the more than one hundred Confucian Cultivators like their leader.
Those Confucian Cultivators all watched Zeng Anmin nervously as well.
"It's fine."
Zeng Anmin waved at them, then walked resolutely toward the colossal wall.
He appeared utterly unconcerned, but inwardly, Zeng Anmin was extremely grave.
He did not know who the enemy was, nor did he know what abilities the enemy possessed within the array.
For now, all he could do was be cautious—then more cautious still.
But caution did not mean sitting still and waiting to be captured. He still had to probe things bit by bit.
His entire body tensed. Golden Vast Righteous Qi surged onto his hands like a tide, wrapping his palms and even his entire body, sheltering him tightly beneath the golden radiance.
He extended a hand and lightly touched the massive red wall.
When his hand pressed against it, nothing changed.
The red wall remained the same red wall.
Yet he could clearly sense the impregnable defense within it.
He pushed with force.
The physical strength of a Fourth Rank Martial Artist