Song Wen and the other three stood before the gates of Boundless Hall.
The hall gates stood wide open, yet none of the four took a step forward.
There was no other reason—the gates might be open, but the hall beyond was pitch-black.
Neither divine sense nor sight could peer even half a glimpse inside, as though another world lay within the hall, cut off from this one.
"Fellow Daoists, the supreme treasure is inside this hall. Why hesitate?"
Song Wen's tone was forceful, yet his feet did not move an inch.
Yuan Wu looked tempted, but he remained indecisive.
Bi Yue's gaze was resolute as she stepped toward the hall.
Yet someone moved faster than she did.
Xu Yi flashed forward, streaking toward the gates like a stream of light.
"Since you all have reservations, I shall go first and scout the way for you."
Before his words had faded, Xu Yi's figure had vanished into the black doorway.
Seeing this, Bi Yue stepped through without the slightest hesitation. The darkness was like a giant maw, instantly swallowing her retreating figure.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Wu, please." Song Wen smiled.
Yuan Wu swept Song Wen with a cold glance, then took one stride forward and entered the hall as well.
Only then did Song Wen drift leisurely toward Boundless Hall.
The scene beyond the gates greatly astonished Song Wen.
There were neither the carved beams and painted rafters he had imagined, nor the deadly killing formations he had anticipated.
Before them stood a towering stone mountain, barren of even a blade of grass.
The sky hung low, its lead-gray expanse pressing down in darkness and shrouding half the mountain, making it impossible to see the scenery at its peak.
Beneath their feet lay cracked black earth, permeated by an