The secret chamber moved swiftly.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Shu finally felt the crushing weight lift from his body. The secret chamber he was in seemed to have returned to normal.
His expression remained unchanged, but he secretly sent all his Gu worms burrowing in every direction through the chamber.
As before, he had no idea what material this chamber had been built from. It was incredibly hard and could block spiritual energy; with the methods at his disposal, he could not break through it.
Just then, a voice that sounded neither male nor female suddenly rang in Fang Shu's ears:
"Stop wasting your effort.
Even the Divine Immortals shouldn't dream of breaking through this place and escaping."
Fang Shu's heart stirred.
In the thirty years he had spent in seclusion inside the Crimson Dragon Treasure Pagoda, this was the first time he had heard another person's voice.
His thoughts stirred, and Fang Shu immediately cupped his hands toward all four sides.
"Your junior is Hu Muhuang. Greetings, senior. Please forgive your junior's rude behavior."
"Senior?"
The voice suddenly chuckled.
The next moment, the walls all around the secret chamber where Fang Shu stood abruptly blazed with light. One by one, profound Mystic Scripts appeared across them, glowing crimson-gold as streams of spiritual light flowed down from their surfaces.
The spiritual light gathered half a zhang in front of Fang Shu and slowly congealed into a small figure.
The newcomer was a tiny person, barely three feet tall, dressed in the robes of the Scarlet City Immortal Prefecture. However, their style differed considerably from the Scarlet City disciples outside, appearing far more archaic.
Judging by the figure's looks and demeanor, they were clearly just a child of a few years old.
But Fang Shu didn't dare take