After leaving the sea of flowers, he continued onward. A dozen or so days later, he finally saw the exit.
Looking at the stone overhead and the cave before him, Lu Feng turned to gaze into the distance once more.
Had it not all unfolded before his eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that this seemingly boundless world of death lay inside a cave.
The cave entrance was enormous. There were no restrictions, yet occasionally, profoundly mysterious runes flashed across it. It was exceedingly strange.
Had it been anything else, Lu Feng might have passed it by, but these runes resembled pictures that seemed to imprint themselves instantly in his mind. He stopped to examine them carefully.
Every rune was peculiar, resembling a written character without quite being one, yet not merely a picture either. More importantly, they gave Lu Feng a sense of familiarity.
Unless he had lost his memory and forgotten something, however, Lu Feng was certain he had never seen them before. There were only nine runes in all, and he finished examining them in moments.
Yet he kept feeling that something hidden within them had escaped his notice. Lu Feng remained motionless, with no intention of leaving.
At that moment, he drove his Mystic Origin Bright Dao Eye to its utmost, trying to see more clearly. As he concentrated completely, something extraordinary happened: every rune seemed to come alive, writhing like a little winding snake.
This... Lu Feng's heart jolted. He finally realized why these runes had seemed familiar.
The writhing patterns within their strokes closely resembled the circulation of true qi he saw inside other people's bodies with his Mystic Origin Bright Dao Eye.
*Could these runes themselves represent ways of circulating true qi? Had someone distilled them into specific runes, then