Lin Feng stood perfectly still. The old Daoist looked at him, his gaze briefly wandering to his wrist.
Then Lin Feng simply extended his arm and shook his left hand at the Daoist. The old man immediately understood his Intent and held out his own hand, letting him see the braided cord around it and confirm that nothing was amiss.
He was still himself.
The doubt in Lin Feng's eyes did not fade. He raised a hand and pointed behind his own head, signaling to the old Daoist. The old man instantly understood something. He felt the back of his head, his expression dimming.
"It's all right. Let's go first."
He spoke softly, offering no explanation. After glancing around, he continued forward. This time, Lin Feng walked beside him. The old Daoist traced forceful, precise strokes with his finger, actually leaving marks in the air.
One glance told Lin Feng that he was drawing a Map.
[Heaven-Ascending Platform]
The old Daoist pointed beneath their feet. Lin Feng understood: this place was the Heaven-Ascending Platform.
There were thirty-three layers of steps, though he did not know where the Heaven-Ascending Platform began. The old man pointed toward the southwest and wrote [Dancing Shadow Wall].
Apparently, the passage led down to the Heaven-Ascending Platform.
Coming down from the southwest brought them to the [Dancing Shadow Wall].
He then drew another path, leading out of the [Dancing Shadow Wall] to a new [Burial Chamber].
[Burial Chamber?]
Lin Feng stared at the old Daoist in shock. He had never imagined that the famous [Ascension Stockade] was actually a tomb.
Who was buried inside the [Ascension Stockade]?
Some King or noble who wanted to become an immortal?
Could it really be something so outrageous?
A royal or noble from which era?
Lin Feng had genuinely never