"The Ninefold Netherworld Tower?"
Si Chen asked casually.
Yu Han gazed at the black tower, her expression complicated. "Back then, although Cang Xuan never left the Demon Realm, his strength was transcendent, and his fame had long since spread throughout the Three Realms."
"As for this tower..."
She raised her head and slowly recited a verse that had circulated widely in ancient times:
"Beneath the Ninefold Netherworld Tower, I ask nothing of Heaven; one thought makes a mad demon, one thought an immortal."
"I draw a prison upon the earth and sleep alone; seeking only truth, I would lie buried in the Yellow Springs."
She extended a slender, pale finger toward the entrance at the very bottom of the black tower. "Look there."
Si Chen looked in the direction she pointed.
Sure enough, those two lines were carved on either side of the tower's tightly shut, enormous doors, their strokes sweeping like soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes.
The writing exuded an untamed arrogance that held everything in contempt.
Even after untold tens of thousands of years, the sharpness lingering between those strokes remained fierce.
"Seeking only truth, I would lie buried in the Yellow Springs..."
Si Chen quietly turned the words over. "Come on. Let's see what truth he was seeking."
When they actually stood beneath the enormous doors, the oppressive presence of that ancient Demon Venerable grew even stronger.
Chen Xu asked gravely:
"Are we really going in?"
In truth, they all had their reservations.
After all, long before they had begun cultivating, Cang Xuan's name had already resounded throughout the Three Realms.
"Wait."
Just then, Ancestor Si Ming stepped forward, his brows tightly knitted and his expression solemn. "The dust on this Bronze Gate is evenly distributed, and the doors fit tightly together. That means no one