But everyone present with any Cultivation Level knew that an ordinary cultivator could never destroy this magic treasure with a single blow. In fact, even exhausting all their spiritual power, rather than merely striking once, would probably not be enough to destroy it.
That alone showed how unfathomable Dao Lord Qing Ci's Cultivation Level truly was.
Then Dao Lord Qing Ci swiftly formed several more hand seals. His ten fingers danced, leaving nothing but a blur of afterimages with each seal.
Even Little Green and Chu Luohen could barely follow his movements, let alone the disciples of the Enforcement Hall.
Yun Huanling's gaze shifted from his hands to his face, and a thoughtful look flickered through his eyes once more.
Most people thought little of Dao Lord Qing Ci's ability to open this door. After all, as far as anyone knew, he was one of the Azure Tide Sect's longest-lived ancestors. It was only natural that he knew and understood more than they did.
Yet there were always one or two who found something amiss.
Yun Huanling, for instance, and Little Green.
Of course, Little Green and Yun Huanling were pondering different things. Little Green wondered how a cultivator from the outside world could know anything about the Sacred Temple's totem.
Could another sacred spirit have brought human cultivators into the Sacred Temple long ago, allowing them to leave records afterward?
Little Green was uncertain, but on closer thought, since it could bring people inside now, the possibility it had imagined was not necessarily impossible.
But who exactly had passed on even the method for unraveling the Vermilion Bird Sacred Hall's totem...?
While Little Green was still pondering this question, the totem on the great doors began to change.
Its color grew paler and fainter before losing its luster entirely.