"An inheritance!!" Xiao Hua suddenly understood something. True Person raised his hand and pointed into the distance again. "Fellow Daoist, look! The outlines of light and shadow over there are glowing gold!"
Xiao Hua hurriedly looked. Sure enough, within the formerly pitch-black light and shadows, strange outlines were being lit one after another, like lamps in the night.
"The divine children are seated..." Heavenly Man muttered. "Could that be where the Xuanhong Discourse on the Dao is held?"
"Come, let us go take a look!" The thought of an inheritance stirred Xiao Hua's heart. His figure rose into the air, and he waved his hand as he spoke.
After flying across the platform for the time it took to eat half a meal, they saw several enormous outlines of light and shadow ahead. They resembled the pavilions from before, but most of their lines flickered with golden light, while only a small portion remained dim. Every outline that flashed with golden light exuded an overpowering, unfathomable aura, and Xiao Hua's group could not approach them at all. Xiao Hua could only choose a dim outline and descend. It looked like a pavilion, with no entrance whatsoever. When Xiao Hua reached out and touched the outline, he again felt something hard beneath his hand, making entry impossible. At the center of the pavilion's outline was a tiny protrusion. When Xiao Hua's hand touched the outline, the protrusion flashed with a thread of golden light, revealing a strange lock. Yet the instant Xiao Hua removed his hand, the lock vanished again.
"A lock? A key??" The moment Xiao Hua saw the lock, he thought of the key he had obtained in the starry sky. He hurriedly took it out and sent it toward the lock, but golden light flashed from the lock