At the urging of magic power, the heavy stone door let out a dry scraping sound as it slowly slid open.
As the stone door opened, the musty stench of decay that had been sealed away for tens of thousands of years rushed out.
With the slowly turning Merit Golden Wheel above the back of his head, Lu Changsheng stepped into the cave dwelling in Nameless Low Mountain, which he had not seen in ages.
The cave dwelling was in utter disarray.
The stone ceiling was covered in terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks. The rare ores he had originally used to reinforce the cave dwelling
had long since been pulverized in the aftermath of the Earth Vein's rupture, and were now pattering down in showers of dust.
The White Jade Cloud Bed where he usually meditated and rested had been smashed into a pile of jade fragments.
"Yikes—"
The Cowardly Immortal Vine hanging on the rock wall sensed the pressure of a Mystic Immortal radiating from Lu Changsheng
and the inviolable, vast Dao aura of the Merit Golden Wheel. It instinctively shrank into a ball in fright, even curling up its leaves.
"Don't be afraid. It's me, your old master."
Lu Changsheng reined in his Mystic Immortal aura and concealed the vision of the Merit Golden Wheel deep within his primordial spirit, leaving only a faint玄-yellow curtain of light around himself for protection.
The Cowardly Immortal Vine cautiously extended a tiny tendril and touched the back of Lu Changsheng's hand.
After confirming that familiar aura, the sentient vine immediately wound around Lu Changsheng's wrist like a child who had been wronged,
sending out faint waves of spiritual energy as if recounting all the fears it had suffered over the past tens of thousands of years.
"You've had a hard time these past