A door rattled as someone pushed and pulled at it from outside.
It did not budge.
Footsteps retreated.
Mystic Arts hummed.
A powerful surge spread outside the door, whipping up a terrifying gale that howled in every direction.
The door did not budge.
"This house can't be smashed apart?" Xu Chengan asked in surprise.
"Of course not. Strictly speaking, it isn't even in front of you. It forms a realm of its own. Unless you've entered the ritual, you can't interact with it at all."
"Then what do we do?"
"You must return to more than ten years from now, enter the Dark Crown Ritual, and become one of its challengers. Only then can you enter the Ritual Site!" "These two shabby houses are part of the Dark Crown's Ritual Site?" Xu Chengan asked incredulously.
"The Ritual Site... must have been stolen away to the Mortal Realm... But they weren't stolen in their entirety, so these two buildings remain here," the voice said. "Shall we return to more than ten years from now? Or search elsewhere?" Xu Chengan asked.
"He may not be here. Let's search elsewhere. Who knows? We might find him," the voice said.
"Yes, my lord!" Xu Chengan replied.
The footsteps gradually faded.
Silence returned.
"You came from more than ten years in the future?" the Retainer asked with interest.
"Yes," Xu Yuan said.
"You managed to find this place. You've got some real skill!" the Cook remarked.
"..." Xu Yuan had nothing to say.
I was thrown here.
The Demon-Suppressing Heavenly Venerable.
He must know something, and he had tampered with the bow and arrow.
Still.
Given that he had rallied the Three Thousand Divine Spirits to grant Xu Yuan their Benediction, Xu Yuan would let it slide.
"Brother, why did you come back to this