After hearing Shen Luo's words, Nie Caizhu shook her somewhat dazed head and looked around curiously.
"There's no telling where Che Qingtian was teleported. Cai Zhu, if you're feeling all right, help me search for an exit in this hall, or somewhere the restrictions are weaker," Shen Luo said.
Nie Caizhu agreed and began examining the wall opposite him.
With the two of them working together, their progress was much faster, and they soon finished examining most of the hall.
"Cousin, come here," Nie Caizhu suddenly called out to Shen Luo.
Shen Luo stopped searching and flew over.
Nie Caizhu stood before one of the hall's walls. A section roughly forty to fifty feet across still glimmered, but its light was noticeably dimmer than elsewhere.
"There are restrictions on this section of the wall, but they aren't as tough as those elsewhere. Divine sense can probe a little way inside," Nie Caizhu said.
Hearing this, Shen Luo directed his divine sense into the wall. A yielding restriction lay within, unlike the tough restrictions elsewhere, and his divine sense could indeed penetrate it.
Yet this yielding restriction was far from ordinary. Like a bowstring, it offered greater resistance the deeper his divine sense pressed into it.
His divine sense penetrated a little over a foot into the wall before it could advance no farther, while the yielding restriction still extended much deeper.
Shen Luo's gaze sharpened. He activated the Thoughts Swift as Lightning Art, and his scattered divine sense immediately transformed into crystal threads that continued piercing through the resistance to probe deeper into the wall. They soon advanced another half foot or so and encountered something round.
It looked like a stone sphere, its surface covered in intricate Yan Patterns. It seemed to be Puppet Armor, yet not quite.
"What