As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Xuan arrived before the stone door.
He raised a hand and lightly pressed it against the cold, rough stone surface.
Yet the instant Yao Xuan's palm touched the stone door...
The wind-attributed battle qi that had been flowing across the door vanished in an instant...
And the massive stone door was gently pushed open by Yao Xuan without any barrier or obstruction...
"Hm?"
Yao Xuan frowned slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his heart...
By rights, shouldn't the stone door of a ruin like this have some kind of restriction?
Yao Lao was somewhat surprised as well.
"It seems that the barrier protecting this ruin was only the one above the Wind Eye..."
"Looking at it this way, this Half-Saint Realm expert must have fallen a very long time ago. Otherwise, your Fire Lotus could not have broken a barrier set by a Half-Saint Realm expert..."
As the stone door slowly opened, a deep, shadowy passage with no visible end suddenly appeared before Yao Xuan and Yao Lao.
The passage stretched straight toward the depths of the ruins...
Its walls were made from the same dark ancient mystic rock as the main gate, smooth and even...
At the same time, a vast, incomparably pure wind-attributed energy...
Rushed through the gap in the stone door and directly at Yao Xuan!
This wind-attributed battle qi was utterly unlike the violent sandstorms of the Tagor Desert...
It was gentle yet condensed, light yet heavy. The moment he breathed it into his lungs, every meridian in his body seemed to have been washed clean...
Yao Lao floated in midair, his aged eyes filled with amazement as he nodded repeatedly.
"What pure, profound Wind Dao foundations!"
"Even Feng Xian, that lad who cultivates wind, might not be