Yang Wanqing stroked the black bear's head again. This time, the bear rested its head right on her shoulder, like a golden retriever begging for affection.
Xiao Yue stood beside them, looking up at the black bear. Her tail swished twice, as though she were saying, "At least you know how to behave."
Enjoying Yang Wanqing's petting, the black bear lay down and rolled over to expose its belly.
While the two women played with the black bear, Chen Hao's gaze had already settled on the deepest part of the cave.
After he cleared away the loose rocks blocking the way, an enormous stone door, seven or eight meters tall, came into view.
The door had been fashioned from a single slab of primordial bluestone. Its rough, heavy surface bore the marks of countless years.
It had no carvings or decorative patterns, yet radiated a sense of indestructible solidity. It was clearly the entrance to a secret realm left behind from the Primordial Era.
Seeing it, Chen Siyao hurried to Chen Hao's side and looked up at the towering stone door.
Brimming with curiosity but also a little worried, she asked, "Can we open this door, Hao? There isn't... an ancient tomb inside, is there?"
She carefully examined the area around the door. The stone walls were smooth, with no formation patterns or visible mechanisms. She could see no way to open it.
Chen Hao swept his divine sense over the entire door and said calmly, "No formation, no mechanism. We can simply force it open. Stand back."
Hearing this, Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing quickly gathered Xiao Yue into their arms and retreated several meters, stopping well away from him.
Chen Hao walked slowly up to the bluestone door. No fierce spiritual energy surged around him. He merely raised