Half a collapsed stone grotto lay quietly beneath the mountain wall.
Outside the grotto, rubble was piled in heaps.
A few unknown dark-red withered grasses poked out from the cracks between the stones, their leaves long and slender as blades, swaying lightly in the wind.
Su Shi'er slowed his steps, carefully examining the scene before him, and did not rush closer.
Having just arrived in Heaven Beyond Heaven, everything around him was unfamiliar.
Not to mention that the spatial rift that had swept past in silence just now still left lingering fear in his heart.
His gaze landed around the stone grotto, and Su Shi'er lightly brushed his sleeve.
Several pieces of broken stone flew up from the ground and, wrapped in True Yuan, sank into the grotto one step ahead.
The stones hit the ground with crisp sounds.
Inside the grotto, there were no other changes.
Su Shi'er narrowed his eyes and waited a moment longer. Only after confirming there was no obvious killing intent inside or outside the grotto did he slowly step forward.
The instant he drew near the grotto, a decayed yet vast and ancient aura came rushing into his face with the wind.
The aura was not dense, yet it seemed to have settled through who knew how many years.
"Mm?"
Su Shi'er's eyes shifted slightly.
On the outer wall of the stone grotto, faintly visible were streaks of mottled veins.
Most of the veins were already incomplete, eroded by years of wind and frost until they were scattered in bits and pieces.
Yet even the parts that remained still gave off a mysterious and unfathomable feeling.
Su Shi'er focused his eyes and looked, only feeling that these veins seemed like formations yet not formations, like talismans yet not talismans, clearly different from the formation