Chapter 81: Choosing Treasures
Chapter 81: Choosing Treasures
The two crimson doors ahead appeared to be made from some unknown, sturdy wood, towering three or four zhang high. Standing before them, Zheng Fa couldn't help but feel a bit insignificant.
He stepped closer, and the doors swung open silently, without the slightest breeze. Inside was no artificially decorated hall but a natural limestone cave. Stalactites and stalagmites crisscrossed, giving the impression of a fantastical rainforest.
Dozens of towering stalagmites rose from the ground, their tips glowing with a variety of shimmering lights—clearly treasures left behind by the Jiushan Ancestor. However, compared to the exaggerated size of the doors, the treasures seemed a bit underwhelming.
The Jiushan Ancestor followed Zheng Fa into the cave. Gazing at the glowing lights, he sighed, "These old relics left by that old man... I haven't seen them in ages."
Zheng Fa, puzzled, asked, "You can’t enter here yourself?"
"Me?" The Jiushan Ancestor pointed to himself. "I’m not him. I am the spiritual vein—I am Jiushan, but not him. All I have are his memories..."
It suddenly dawned on Zheng Fa. He had always found this ancestor a bit odd. Despite being the founding master of the sect, his demeanor was childlike.
"If I had to describe who I am," the Jiushan Ancestor said with a peculiar smile, "I’m merely a substitute bound to Jiushan Sect, no different from a magical artifact he created."