Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Deep within the belly of the Taiyi Upper Sect's main peak.

This place could only be entered by the Sect Master and the sect's senior elders. Even Feng Shuofang needed to carry the Sect Master's jade token to pass through the layers of prohibitions.

The interior was nothing like the dark and confining space one might imagine. Instead, it opened into a vast, bright expanse. Three thousand six hundred stability pearls were embedded in the thousand-zhang-high dome above, like a sky full of stars descending to earth, illuminating the entire cavern as bright as daylight.

Jiang Ci and Feng Shuofang stepped inside together. Even with their Eighth Revolution Grandmaster cultivation, neither dared to make even the slightest careless movement in this place, their very breathing instinctively growing lighter by several degrees.

At the center of the cavern stood a stone platform about a zhang in height.

At that moment it was surrounded by a dense curtain of milky white mist.

Even a peak Ninth Revolution Grandmaster's divine sense, upon touching that mist, would be dissolved in an instant, unable to glimpse even a fraction of what lay within.

Only by standing before the mist could one dimly sense that a figure was seated in cross-legged meditation within its depths.

"Grand Martial Uncle!"