The amber sealing the way ahead melted like wax, dripping down drop by drop and turning into pools of golden liquid on the ground. Those who recognized its worth knew it was excellent treasure material. "Everyone, don't waste this stuff. Gather it all up and take it back later."
In truth, no reminder was needed. Within a secret realm, so long as there was no danger and something could be moved, even the most inconspicuous item would be taken away. No one knew whether it might prove useful someday.
Elder Yi paid them no heed and focused on what lay ahead. Once the amber had dissolved, the dao talismans upon it appeared clearly before his eyes. He walked forward and studied them carefully for a while, then reached out and poured magical power into them. Yet he did not simply force it in all at once; rather, he followed a particular sequence, muttering something under his breath all the while.
After some time, the great golden-bronze pillars on either side began to hum and tremble, accompanied by creaking sounds. Elder Yi retreated several steps. Under everyone's gaze, the golden-bronze gate directly ahead slowly rose, golden light spilling out from beneath it.
Not knowing whether something formidable had been arranged within, no one dared look too closely. Every one of them circulated magical power to protect themselves and withdrew a little farther.
Elder Yi alone remained where he was. Once the gate had fully opened, the scene within was finally revealed to them.
They could clearly see a daoist seated within, bathed in golden radiance and dressed in the robes of an immortal official. Clouds and mist drifted about above his head, faintly accompanied by the sound of jade plaques striking together, like a clear spring flowing over stones.
The cultivators