"Though my mastery of the Heavenly Eye is shallow, I can still discern that much," Zen Master Bao Shan said with a faint smile.
"I misspoke. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Baoshan." The gold-skinned man apologized quietly, his eyes flickering with obvious agitation.
Zen Master Bao Shan waved a hand lightly to show he took no offense.
Both men then turned toward the white light barrier, their eyes burning brightly.
An unknown secret realm-though they had no idea what lay inside, such places almost always held plenty of treasures, perhaps even some extraordinary hidden prize. How could they not be excited?
They exchanged a glance and immediately attacked the barrier.
The gold-skinned man brought out a cymbal-shaped magic treasure, which turned into a golden streak and slashed viciously against the white light barrier.
Meanwhile, Zen Master Bao Shan chanted under his breath. A gleaming golden spiked club flew from his sleeve, appeared before the white light barrier in a flash, and smashed down hard.
Two bursts of dazzling golden light erupted against the barrier with an ear-piercing reverberation. The white light barrier trembled, but showed no sign of cracking.
Both men frowned and poured in more magic power. The cymbal and spiked club shone even more brilliantly as they continued bombarding the barrier.
Gale-force winds instantly rose, golden light crisscrossed, and thunderous booms rolled incessantly from underground. Even the passage's rock walls, once steady as Mount Tai, could not withstand the might of the two treasures and began to shake.
Yet no matter how they attacked, the white light barrier showed no sign of breaking. It merely shook a little more violently.
"What a sturdy barrier. I fear the two of us alone cannot break it. Whoever dug this passage probably couldn't break through the restriction either, which is why