Divine Arms Pass still stood mighty and imposing, guarding the mouth of the Zhongnan Mountains as though even an army of thousands could never take it.
Pan Long passed through the gate and set foot in Tianwu Commandery once more.
When he first came to this ancient kingdom, he had felt an indescribable pressure among the mountains, a heavy weight that left him deeply uneasy. At the time, he had suspected someone was out to get him, then wondered if it had something to do with the Classic of Mountains and Seas. To avoid trouble, he had hurried away.
Now he knew the Sky Hero Dynasty had nothing whatsoever to do with the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The Classic was the special advantage that had come with his predecessor Zhao Sheng's journey to this world—or, to put it more poetically, his "innate spirit treasure." Zhao Sheng had arrived in the late Warring States period, more than a thousand years after the Sky Hero Dynasty fell and Sky Hero Mountain was sealed off.
So when Pan Long felt that pressure among the mountains again, he calmly took out his Paper Pinwheel.
The Paper Pinwheel turned slowly, very slowly.
"Looks like there's no real danger. I might as well take a look."
He muttered to himself and followed the direction the pressure came from.
Before long, he reached the Hero Marquis Shrine.
This shrine was both crude and extravagant, a perfect display of the powerful figures' taste in the Sky Hero Dynasty. Its beams and pillars had been forcibly forged from gemstones with mighty Magic Power. Neither their shapes nor their colors had anything to recommend them; they were a riot of colors without the slightest sense of design. Yet their sheer value made it impossible to look down on the