Tang Changsheng ignored the others' admiring looks. Light burned steadily within his Spirit Terrace, protected by the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. No outside force could shake him.
At that moment, he sensed a strange power emanating from the entire Mountain cave, as though the cave itself were alive.
He said nothing. This was the Spirit World; anything beyond belief could happen here. These people lacked firm resolve. Telling them would only throw their minds into turmoil.
Tang Changsheng suddenly stopped. The Mountain cave forked ahead, presenting three identical openings. Which one should they choose?
Each opening bore a different, peculiar pattern, as though each carried its own meaning. They seemed to say that only one led down the right path.
Gu Junjie and the others saw them too and racked their brains for an answer.
Tang Changsheng paid no attention to that. He stood before the forks, momentarily lost in thought. Whatever had been carved above them—writing or pictures—gave off a strange power. Each glance showed him something different, as though the markings were changing without pause.
"The Primordial Wilderness Scripture..." Gu Junjie's voice came from behind him, full of shock and disbelief.
"The Primordial Wilderness Scripture? What's that?" Tang Changsheng asked.
"Brother Tang, have you heard of the Crimson Refinement Golden Script?" Gu Junjie asked.
Tang Changsheng nodded. Of course he had. It was the writing of the Great Dao. Every character was said to contain incomparable power and secrets, a direct expression of the Great Dao's Laws.
"Exactly. They say the Primordial Wilderness Scripture predates even the Crimson Refinement Golden Script, and contains countless powers. There's even a legend that our predecessors in the Immortal Dao comprehended the Crimson Refinement Golden Script from the Primordial Wilderness Scripture, and only then founded our Immortal Dao..."
"It's that incredible?"
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