After Ouyang Yuanshan left, the valley fell utterly silent.
Only the rustle of wind through grass echoed softly across the open space.
Shen Yun turned to Shen Qingruo beside him and said gently, "Come on. Let's get settled first."
"Mm."
Shen Qingruo answered and followed him toward the grotto-heaven's entrance at an easy pace.
The Witch Tribe cultivated differently from ordinary people, tempering their bodies through combat, so Wu Shoushan had been assigned a disciple's room. Only Shen Yun and Shen Qingruo moved into Bikong Valley.
The moment they stepped through the stone door, the sight before them gave them pause. A whole world lay hidden inside.
Immortal Art had expanded the space until it was dozens of times larger than it appeared from outside.
The interior was simply laid out.
There were no carved beams or painted rafters, only a few plain meditation rooms. The stone walls were smooth as mirrors, as though spiritual energy had polished them over the years.
Yet that simplicity held an indescribable natural elegance.
In one corner, several unidentified Spirit Vines climbed through cracks in the stone. Their leaves were translucent, breathing out faint purple mist.
The spiritual energy here was even denser than in the valley. It had become tangible white fog that flowed slowly around their feet.
"Such pure spiritual energy," Shen Qingruo murmured in admiration.
Every inch of air seemed to nourish the meridians throughout her body. A little breathing practice was enough to feel her Magic Power improve.
"Such abundant vitality could never have formed naturally."
Shen Yun's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the center of the grotto-heaven.
There sat an unremarkable clear spring.
Its opening was about the size of a washbasin, and its water level neither rose nor fell, maintaining a delicate balance. Pure white Immortal