Each With Their Own Designs, an Uncertain Road Ahead

Elder Qin and Shikshananda frowned deeply at the image of the ceremonial archway on the cliff face.

They could sense no flow of magical power within the image, as though it had been carved into the cliff long ago. Yet both knew perfectly well that it had only just emerged, gradually spreading into view like ink dropped into clear water.

The greatest music was barely audible; the greatest image had no form; the greatest craftsmanship bore no trace of artifice. Such a feat could only be called inconceivable.

Regardless of whether this place had any connection to the legendary Land of Luofeng, merely looking at the image of the archway filled Shikshananda and Elder Qin with fear.

Just what sort of existence had been sealed away by such means?

Was it those mighty figures of the Ancient Era who had raised Ci Prefecture with their magical power, or was this place inextricably linked to the Buddhist School, as Shikshananda had surmised?

Su Che concealed himself silently in the mountain woods. With black gauze wrapped around his face, the close-fitting clothes of a martial wanderer on his body, and a long saber drawn three inches from the scabbard at his waist, he looked like a notorious bandit who had ventured into the forest.

With Third Young Master Su's current eyesight, he could naturally make out the image on the cliff and discern the methods concealed within it.

Just what had this bunch from the Great River Alliance dug up?

Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang Dharma King was not with him. Otherwise, with the old man's wealth of experience, he would certainly have been able to explain the ins and outs.

Su Che leaned back against a green pine and pondered his next move.

*Up ahead, there are only two at the reverted elixir