Yet his fingertips felt a faint breeze. Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted. Could this little hole lead through to the other side? He took a step back and drove his fist into the face in the portrait. Thud! The rock wall broke under the blow, his fist smashing a hole clean through it. Judging by the broken edges, the wall here was not very thick, only about two inches. For an expert of Hu Xiaotian's caliber, punching through it was as easy as poking through a sheet of paper.
Hu Xiaotian kicked away the sharp edges and widened the opening a little more. The cold breeze he had felt was blowing from within. He bent down and entered, raising the Night-Luminescent Pearl to illuminate the way ahead while listening for any sounds further in. After only a few steps, he could straighten up and walk. The passage was long; even after traveling about half a kilometer, he still could not see its end.
Hu Xiaotian could not help recalling how he had once entered the dry well through the Rebirth Stele and met Ji Feihua in its sunless depths. His heart began to pound. According to Yuanmu, they had imprisoned Ji Feihua inside the Heavenly Dragon Temple. Perhaps he might stumble upon him by sheer chance? If he could find Ji Feihua and rescue him ahead of time, Yuanmu would no longer be able to threaten him.
A large jumble of rocks appeared ahead, with no path around it. Hu Xiaotian could only climb the pile to get across and continue onward. Once on top, he saw that the passage ahead had not been blocked and should still be accessible. He silently counted himself fortunate. As he leaped across the rubble, he noticed an unusually smooth stone beneath his feet. Looking