Nanzhi is the kind of person who, when given a little color, dares to open her own dye workshop.
’Restrain, restrain.’
Lu Jin’an silently chanted in his heart, then heard Senior Sister softly ask, "Do you... like it?"
"Senior Sister, you won’t even let me see it."
"I’m referring to what you’ve felt," Mu Qingyue said lightly.
Lu Jin’an recalled what he said to the fox spirit at Zuiyan Building, "I am Master’s apprentice. Doesn’t Master often fiddle with flowers and plants in his spare time? So I like it."
Mu Qingyue nodded, "I like it too, even more than I imagined."
Lu Jin’an felt her breathing was a bit rapid, but he didn’t think much of it because the City Lord Mansion was right in front of them.
Zhu Nanzhi raised her hand to pinch a plum blossom in the Domain, whispering, "The exits within the city are gone."
Lu Jin’an glanced back at the still open city gate, just about to speak when all the light within the city suddenly vanished, and darkness descended.
He instantly grabbed Nanzhi and Senior Sister’s hands, with Space Rules swirling around him, protecting Nanzhi and Senior Sister, but being defensive rather than aggressive.
’Others are being transported as well.’
Lu Jin’an turned to look at Nanzhi and Senior Sister; both were still by his side, but the environment was no longer outside the City Lord Mansion.
The surroundings remained dark, but faint light drifted up from the abyss on both sides of the corridor.
Lu Jin’an led Nanzhi and Senior Sister to the edge of the corridor, looking down into the abyss while saying, "Inside the City Lord Mansion, but this is just one of the paths... others also entered from outside the city, some only remain in the city, not entering the City Lord Mansion."
Saying this, he turned to look at the Stone Gate at the end of the path, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"What’s husband laughing about?"
"I entered on my own." Lu Jin’an strode towards the ancient, intricately carved Stone Gate: "More than half who entered possess a certain physique."
Saying this, he curiously glanced at Mu Qingyue, recalling that Senior Sister didn’t have any specific physique as far as he knew.
Mu Qingyue remained silent and, upon reaching the Stone Gate, turned her head to look to one side, then the other: "Junior Brother, look."
Emerging on both sides of the corridor, resembling a lake.
Above the lake, tiny light spots were floating, Lu Jin’an counted them one by one, totaling one hundred and forty-two.
The number matched that of the humans and demons who entered the City Lord Mansion.
Clearly, each light spot represented a human physique or demon bloodline... much like the celestial stars during a physique test.
’So few Demon Monarchs.’
Lu Jin’an pondered, surmising that the early manifestation of this Grotto Heaven was indeed related to the Demon Clan, otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent so few elites.
But why let that Black Robe Demon Monarch come in person?
Moreover, the words ’Hidden Life’ represent the Upper Realm of the Human Clan, logically speaking, this city couldn’t have been blessings left behind by a Demon Saint...
With his knowledge, guessing at a cave within a cave was already his limit; the deeper secrets he couldn’t reach, but...
Lu Jin’an released his Divine Soul Power, and a thin thread of soul barely touched, feeling a chill and profundity like an abyss.
"Not a lake, it’s a Sea of Consciousness."
He raised his hand to place it on the Stone Gate before him; without much effort, the Stone Gate opened effortlessly, without a sound.
Behind the Stone Gate, there was nothing novel.
Tall stone statues covered in moss stood against the walls, an Ancient Platform round on the inside and square on the outside, strange Array Patterns, and the stone statue adorned in Feather Robe and Star Crown sitting high on a throne along with... ancient inscriptions.
Lu Jin’an stepped in with his right foot, and upon crossing, found his foot as heavy as if it were filled with lead, weighed down several times.
Blue Flames leapt from the surrounding stone walls, bringing a ghostly and sinister feeling.
His pupils suddenly brightened.
"This place... husband?"
Zhu Nanzhi’s voice paused, azure eyes filled with a trace of confusion.
"Hmm?" Lu Jin’an turned to look at Zhu Nanzhi: "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing..." Zhu Nanzhi shook her head, wondering if her husband had just laughed?
Lu Jin’an took a second step, looking up at the stone statue seated on the throne, and softly said, "I suddenly thought of a story about Hidden Life."
Under the Sky Dome, the rain continued without stopping.
Shangguan Qizheng held the half Fragment of the Jiangshan Map in his hand, seemingly surrounded by vast clouds from the Ninth Heaven, with mighty rivers meandering within, accompanied by a figure in Feather Robe and Star Crown, full of heroic spirit.
His gaze was as fierce as lightning, sharp and intense.
Shangguan Qizheng’s voice was very soft: "...The Hidden City, disappeared on top of Hidden Life Mountain, is the first city in Human Clan’s history, and also the one people could never find thereafter.
No one knows where the Hidden City went, and no one knows where the creator of this city went."
"Who is that?" Qi Huizu asked curiously.
"The books call him the ’Emperor Kong’," Shangguan Qizheng said with a distant gaze, "the first Immortal of the Human Clan."
"He was proud, and he indeed had the merits to be proud of." Shangguan Qizheng looked down at the Grotto Heaven: "That era was his era of ’I am the only Immortal’.
There was a stone tablet inside the Hidden City, with only three sentences... "
Thunder rumbled faintly, mingling with ghostly fires.
"Fear God, kneel to God, praise God."
In front of the stone tablet beneath the throne, Lu Jin’an looked calmly at the three lines of ancient text on it.
The Stone Gate suddenly closed with a thunderous slam.
Space rippled, and sixty-three figures appeared within the grand hall.
Humans were the most, followed by the Demon Clan, and various other races.
Lu Jin’an didn’t look back but instead raised his eyes to the giant sword held by the stone statue on the throne with both hands.
The giant sword showed cracks, with a timeless and weighty radiance, revealing two words.
Author: Ten thousand words a day, ten thousand words a day!