Han Li had barely stepped through the long-decayed stone doorway of Venerable Cang Kun's cave abode when he stopped dead. It was not because of Yue Li's feeble groans, but a searing pain deep within his divine soul!
His brows knitted tightly, and his spiritual sense instantly plunged into the Storage Bag at his waist. In a dim corner, the seemingly unremarkable Little Green Bottle was now like a red-hot branding iron, radiating a frightening heat! It trembled violently, emitting a low, heartbeat-like hum that only Han Li could perceive.
The Small Bottle... why is it reacting so violently to this place? Han Li was shaken to his core. He had possessed the bottle for a hundred years and knew well its heaven-defying ability to accelerate the growth of spiritual plants, but he had never seen it behave so "independently" or so "violently."
He immediately extended his spiritual sense into the bottle. In an instant, a blurry yet astonishing image appeared directly in his sea of consciousness-not the stone chamber of the cave abode, but a far vaster underground world beneath it, where the spiritual energy was so dense it was suffocating!
In the image, a winding spirit jade ore vein lay like a sprawling dragon. At its end stood the Stone Hall, ancient in design and steeped in the weathered aura of countless ages. At the very center of the Stone Hall floated a translucent jade box! Its surface was covered in intricate, archaic runes, and it emitted a strange fluctuation that made Han Li's blood surge and resonated with the Little Green Bottle from afar!
This cave abode actually has an outer and an inner layer? Venerable Cang Kun hid his true legacy beneath this facade of "death"? A brilliant gleam shot from Han Li's eyes, and his