Legacy

Zhou Yan stood at the mouth of the cave, looking out at the vast whiteness in every direction. He took a step, his heel sinking half a foot into the snow with a crunch.

A year of imprisonment had beaten him into this ghost of a man.

Right at that moment, the depths of his mind suddenly gave a violent twitch.

He opened his eyes abruptly. This aura seemed to be of the exact same origin as the Soul Separation Scripture inside his body.

Following that trace of resonance, his divine sense probed toward the mountain's core, feeling it vaguely leaking from even deeper within.

Zhou Yan climbed up, patted the snow off his backside, and muttered, "That old codger of a Martial Saint really knows how to stash things away."

Entering the mountain's core again, the surroundings were pitch black. The door at the exit had been blown open by him, which saved him some trouble.

Using his divine soul to scout the path, he walked back step by step, returning to the hall littered with skeletons.

When he had dragged himself in heavily injured back then, the sight of the light-transmitting crack in the depths had made him head straight for the stone chamber, leaving the rest of the place unchecked.

This time, with his divine soul fully unleashed, he swept the four walls of the hall inch by inch.

The eastern stone wall looked identical to the surrounding mountain rock, completely smooth, but the moment his divine soul pressed against it, he felt something was wrong.

A layer of extremely concealed Divine Soul Restriction covered its surface. If he had not practiced the Soul Separation Scripture and shared the same origin with this restriction, he would never have detected it at all.

"The third layer." Zhou Yan