Chen Siyao looked at the inscription, then at Chen Hao, her heart tightening as though something had seized it. She caught his sleeve. "Brother, maybe we shouldn't go in? It says there's only a one-in-ten chance of survival..."
Chen Hao looked down at her and stroked her head. "Yaoyao, there might be something I need in here." He wanted to find a body-refining cultivation method, and there might be one inside.
Something he needed. Chen Siyao knew her brother never used the word "need" lightly. If he needed something, it had to be truly important.
She let go.
Chen Hao walked up to the stone tablet, found a recess in its surface, and pressed his palm into it.
The tablet gave a low rumble, and the inscription began to glow. Then the air behind it rippled outward like water. It was a formation barrier.
Chen Hao turned to the girls. "Yaoyao, stay behind me, all of you."
He stepped through the barrier. The girls exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and followed.
The moment Chen Hao passed through, his body paused briefly. He could feel his spiritual power being suppressed.
It had not vanished. Some force had confined it within his body, leaving him unable to draw on it. This trial allowed him to use only his physical body.
He glanced back at the girls, his tone a little more grave than usual. "Yaoyao, be careful."
Chen Siyao froze for a moment. She had never heard her brother speak in that tone before.
Her brother was always unruffled. It was always "It's fine," "No big deal," or "Don't worry." But this time, he had told her to be careful.
Her heart leaped into her throat.
Xiao Yue jumped from Yang Wanqing's arms and landed on all fours. Her back arched, the