A Pawn's Passage

Passing through the portal, they stepped into the interior of Wuxing Mountain.

The hollowed-out mountain was a world of its own, entirely beyond Qi Xuansu’s expectations.

In Qi Xuansu’s mind, he had imagined it as a structure with descending floors or perhaps a vast abyss below, crisscrossed by stone beams like a spiderweb, with people as tiny as ants scurrying back and forth across them.

But Qi Xuansu was wrong.

Inside Wuxing Mountain, the space seemed distorted. There was no sense of up or down, only a straight path forward, as if they were walking across flat ground. But from the outside, the mountain’s midsection should not have had this kind of interior depth.

Spirit Guard Jia Chen explained, “Wuxing Mountain has two layers of formations. The outer one seals the mountain, blocking all types of escape techniques and teleportation spells. The inner one is like a small world, expanding the mountain’s inner space while simultaneously suppressing the earth qi.”

Only then did Qi Xuansu understand. Turning downward into forward was a spatial distortion.

Spirit Guard Jia Chen pointed ahead at a frame-like structure not far away. “There should’ve been another permanent Yin-Yang Gate here for passage, but it’s already been closed. None of us has the means to forcibly open this gate, so we’ll just have to walk.”

With that, Spirit Guard Jia Chen took the lead.

This corridor—if it could even be called that—was about 30 meters tall and 60 meters wide, more than enough for one to fully manifest a Spiritual Body or for a large cavalry to pass through. There was no telling how long this corridor extended, as its end was nowhere in sight, and the slight downward slope suggested that the end remained hidden.

Spirit Guard Jia Chen did not recklessly dart forward, because no one knew what kinds of restrictions or traps lay ahead. To rush over blindly was to risk flying straight into a spider’s web.