Ahead lay a flat expanse about a kilometer across. Once Lin Qing spotted the blue stone stele at its center, he did not bother examining the surroundings more closely.
He eased his control over his body ever so slightly, and the wind swept him toward the flat ground.
He was in such a hurry because there was no wind there. Though he was unharmed, being pulled along by the astral gale the whole way had been unpleasant.
After landing, Lin Qing surveyed the surrounding stone walls. Apart from the passage he had come through, there were no other openings. This was the end of the cave.
At the foot of the walls lay piles of torn clothing and bones—the remains of cultivators who had entered the Wind Cave and died here.
They had not been shredded to pieces as Lin Qing had imagined. They had merely been torn into a few chunks.
The Wind Law in the outer passage was powerful, but the cave was only a little over seven hundred kilometers deep, which was quite shallow.
These cultivators had spent only a short time within the Wind Law before reaching this place, and the law did not extend here.
Even so, their brief passage through it had been more than these Eleventh Tier cultivators could withstand. They had died before they fell into this chamber.
Lin Qing did not search their Storage Rings right away. Instead, he turned his gaze to the stele in the center.
He possessed the Wind Law himself, so he could easily sense the Wind Law contained within it.
Steles like this were common. Many sects used them to pass down willpower, and Lin Qing had obtained one back in the Kunxu Secret Realm on the Heavenmist Continent.
The stele looked like ordinary blue stone.