Inside the great doors lay a bizarre and fantastical space. There was no heaven or earth, no east, west, south, or north; the scenery in every direction was nearly identical.
Li Yan and the Grand Elder seemed to have set foot in a starry sky, and pale white "stars" truly danced around them.
As these "stars" flickered, they resembled the ghost fires spoken of in the Mortal Realm. Though they flew around Li Yan and the other man, they never drew near.
It was as if the two carried an immense repulsive force. Whenever they walked in a certain direction, the dancing "stars" would be pushed far away, yet they continued circling them without end.
"These are the power of faith of our clan, similar to the power of Buddhist devotion. They were originally formless, but here, they can be seen!"
Without looking back, the Grand Elder moved through those faith "stars," softly explaining as he went.
"Visible power of faith?"
"This is the High Priest's method. Do not ask me why. With my cultivation, I cannot know either. Yet these are indispensable for inheriting the later cultivation techniques.
"You may use your Divine Sense to sense them, but do not attempt to absorb them. That may stir a storm in your sea of consciousness, until it collapses. I do not know how to save you then. At the very least, cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and below will certainly die."
The Grand Elder continued speaking without slowing his steps. Yet at this moment, he glanced at Li Yan, his eyes carrying a profound warning.
Li Yan merely smiled and nodded. He was curious about this power of faith, but before understanding it, he would never touch something unfamiliar. That was not in his nature.
When Li Yan had