Deep beneath Mount Sumeru, darkness and deathly silence shrouded everything.
As they descended deeper, the surrounding rock gradually turned dark gold, its hardness comparable even to top-grade innate spiritual materials.
A pungent scorched odor permeated the air. It was the lingering destructive baleful aura left behind when Demon Ancestor Luohu had self-destructed the Western Ancestral Vein.
Jie Yin and Zhun Ti had stealthily descended for a full hundred thousand zhang.
After passing through layers of baleful aura and molten earthfire, the sight ahead suddenly opened up.
At the very core of the underground, an enormous vacuum region floated in the air.
And at the center of that vacuum domain stood an ancient bluish-black stone gate, a full ten thousand zhang tall!
The stone gate was neither metal nor jade. Its surface was covered in mottled slash marks and cracks carved by time, exuding an ancient desolation and heaviness that had endured countless epochs.
Rather than the Dragons, Phoenixes, and Qilins commonly seen in the Primordial Wilderness, both sides of the gate were branded with imposing phantom images of Buddhas in varying forms, their hands forming ancient seals.
Those Buddhas were completely unlike the dharma forms of the current Western Teachings. Behind every Buddha hung Ninefold Divine Wheels, their expressions solemn and cold, carrying even a trace of tyrannical ferocity that ruled over the life and death of all beings.
At the center of the lintel were four twisted, archaic special Dao Patterns that did not belong to Primordial Wilderness writing at all.
Yet the moment Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's gazes fell upon those four Dao Patterns, four grand and solemn true voices of the Great Dao naturally rang out within their Seas of Consciousness:
Beginning of Ten Thousand Buddhas!
"Beginning of Ten Thousand Buddhas..."
Zhun Ti looked up at