Chapter 162 - Are You Crazy? Trying to Steal the Sect-suppressing Treasure?
"Alright, let’s go!" Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia nodded and agreed.
Bo Zhi led Wang Zijia through many areas until they reached an incredibly magnificent, simple, and large hall.
Contrary to Wang Zijia’s expectations of being greeted by crowds of people or being scrutinized by several Great Cultivator ritualists, Bo Zhi brought him directly into the Great Hall, to a spacious room of about ten square meters.
The room was empty except for a meditation cushion at the center. The setting of the room with a typical quiet room, with a faint sandalwood scent pervading it, gave the whole room a sense of Zen.
"Senior Brother, after you enter, you don’t need to worry about anything. Empty your mind and just enter tranquility," Bo Zhi opened the door, stood at the entrance, and gestured Wang Zijia to enter.
Wang Zijia nodded, carefully stepped into the room, and Bo Zhi lightly closed the door behind him with a smile and a gesture of respect.
Wang Zijia took a look at the simple quiet room and then carefully sat on the meditation cushion.
The moment he sat down, Wang Zijia subconsciously tensed his entire body, his whole being was very tense.
Before Wang Zijia could sense anything, he suddenly felt weightless as countless streaming lights bombarded his mind, plunging him into a daze.
It might have been an instant, or perhaps countless years had passed, when the golden balance in his mind abruptly swayed.
Wang Zijia suddenly woke up, although his eyes were still closed, but he saw clearly that he was currently floating in the room and countless streaming lights filled the room, rushing in and out of his body like stars.