Cloud-Heaven Daoist Grounds.
Qian'guang Cave.
Wang Ba and the Purple Robes Youth stood at the cave entrance. The youth sighed with feeling:
"This is where our sect's ancestral predecessors secluded themselves to make their breakthroughs. It gathers the concentrated spiritual blessings and creation of this realm, and holds countless insights and Dao Intent born during their breakthroughs. Throughout the generations, only cultivators in our sect with hopes of reaching Mahayana have been allowed to enter seclusion here..."
Visibly moved, Wang Ba hurriedly said:
"How could I have the face to enter somewhere so precious?"
The Purple Robes Youth merely smiled faintly at this and looked at Wang Ba.
"You jest, fellow Daoist. If someone with foundations like yours has no hope of Mahayana, who would qualify to enter?"
"However, you are not a member of our sect, after all. Though I can make an exception for you, I cannot go too far. Let us set the limit at three days. After three days, I will personally welcome you and celebrate your great achievement!"
"Three days..."
Wang Ba pondered briefly, then nodded readily.
"In that case, I shall shamelessly accept."
The Purple Robes Youth smiled faintly.
"Please."
Without hesitation, Wang Ba walked into the cave.
The cave entrance closed. After several dozen steps, the view abruptly opened up, revealing a world within.
Daylight shone down, with a single stone meditation cushion lying beneath it.
He walked over and looked up. It was like an empty well, with him standing at its bottom.
Beyond the "well mouth," he could actually see the radiance of countless world domains, flickering like stars, and seemed to gain some insight.
Shifting his gaze slightly, he saw countless Divine Patterns appearing on the four walls. They seemed to have come from different hands: a few sparse strokes,