Passing through the dark corridor, flowers of all four seasons stretched out along the walls on either side.
The morning sun was blocked by white clouds, while drifting snow blanketed the entire world.
Some bare-chested disciples stood amid the heavy snow practicing sword forms, while others carried several massive boulders on their backs as they ran around the entire Lineage.
Xu Zimo followed behind Baili Chengfeng, turning through several corridors along the way.
After passing through several more formations, the two exchanged no words from start to finish before finally stopping before an especially ancient gate.
This gate towered into the clouds, its end invisible at a glance, with white mist drifting all around it.
This place seemed like an independent space.
Xu Zimo lowered his head. At some point, white mist had begun rising from the ground beneath his feet, making it seem as though he were standing in midair.
"Ancestor, I've brought someone into the Tian Yuan Small World," Baili Chengfeng said respectfully, taking out a token and bowing slightly.
Then the space before them twisted, and an Old Man walked out from within it.
The Old Man did not exude any especially powerful aura, yet the moment he appeared, the spiritual energy around them seemed drawn by an invisible force, all converging toward him.
"An outsider?" the Old Man asked Xu Zimo with a calm glance.
"Yes," Baili Chengfeng fell silent briefly before finally nodding.
"You should know how important the Tian Yuan Small World is to the Lineage," the Old Man said evenly.
"I know." Baili Chengfeng nodded.
Seeing this, the Old Man did not stop him. He gave Xu Zimo a long, searching look.
At that moment, Xu Zimo could feel boundless pressure bearing down from the Old Man.
His expression remained calm as he