It was Ruan Zhi's first time here as well, and for a moment, she did not know whether to proceed.
Song Yan released his Divine Sense and checked everything within its range. Only after confirming there was no danger did he step forward.
Together, they passed through the ink-wash doorway and entered.
Ruan Zhi followed behind and felt nothing unusual, but Song Yan was startled.
The farther they went, the denser the Yin Qi became.
Now that Song Yan had refined Thunder Breath into himself, thin Yin Qi or brief exposure could no longer invade his body.
At this moment, however, he dared not be careless. No longer concerned about the slight fluctuations of Spiritual Power, he hurriedly brought out the Flowing Yin Spirit-Controlling Talisman and activated its protection.
It was daytime, so the precious talisman began consuming its Moon Spirit, but the rate of consumption was far faster than outside.
Strangely, despite the dense Yin Qi, there were no Yin Wandering Souls here.
"Let's hurry and search."
The room's furnishings were disorderly and ordinary, much like a typical cultivator's cave abode.
Without thinking too deeply, one might have assumed this was the residence of a cultivator who had guarded the library during the ancient Immortal Dynasty.
Yet with his eyes covered, judging solely through his Divine Sense, Song Yan gained a different impression of the room's structure.
It did not resemble a residence meant to serve as a cultivator's cave abode.
Instead, it bore some resemblance to the secret chamber beneath Ruan Tongchen's pavilion, like a quiet chamber used for cultivation and studying Daoist texts.
At the very least, it would not have been intended for storing a few books and miscellaneous objects as it did now.
His Divine Sense revealed that the surrounding black walls were unusual too,