Just then, an old farmer dressed in coarse hemp clothes appeared. Holding a medicinal herb shovel, he looked at everyone with a peaceful expression and said, "I never expected so many people to make it here. Since you have come this far, whatever opportunities lie ahead are yours to claim through your own abilities."
"May I ask who you are?"
Xiao Tian immediately asked politely.
This old man's cultivation felt terrifying. Could he be a Supreme?
"This old man is merely a mural. Without realizing it, I developed a little spiritual awareness. Since then, I have been responsible for guarding this place and guiding later arrivals as instructed."
The old farmer was approachable, and there was even something about him that suggested the Dao following the natural way.
Everyone present was astonished. To think that this was the truth! If a mural had gained spiritual awareness, just how powerful must the person who painted it have been?
Xiao Tian, however, saw that a fat monk had once spent three years painting an old farmer on the stone wall here. Every stroke was a rough line, yet the picture was remarkably realistic and lifelike, proving that its creator possessed profound mastery of painting.
"Senior, we would like to know whether there is any Evil-Repelling Divine Bamboo here."
Shi Hao stepped forward and offered a solemn bow as he spoke.
Seeing how polite Xiao Tian was, he grew wary and already had a guess. He was very good at reading the situation.
"There are indeed several stalks of Evil-Repelling Divine Bamboo here, all in the depths. However, if you go farther inside, you will encounter certain dangers. No matter how high your cultivation realm is, you will face corresponding trials and dangers. You must think carefully about whether to continue."
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