A group of people arrived before a cavern. All of Danxia Temple was attached to a great mountain, yet below the mountain there were over a hundred caves of varying sizes. This cave was approximately four meters in width and three meters tall, not at all small. Inside, a stream flowed out that didn’t cover the feet. Everyone’s mountaineering boots cut through the side.

Quiet. This location was extremely quiet. A tremendous door, able to support both heaven and earth, was already a distance of several thousand meters away from where they were. Presently, everyone’s gazes converged on this door. And yet no one had expected that there would still be people making a detour to the openings of the hundred rivulets forming a diagram!

Each person's face had grown completely solemn.

“The Zhao Clan’s passage is underneath.” Zhao Wuye breathed in deeply. “The distance from here to the front of the honeycomb wall is safe. We’ve walked it countless of times.” They nodded, no one hesitating. The group of forty-something people advanced inside.

It was dark. Very dark. There basically wasn’t anything inside which could be clearly seen. But to cultivators, this was nothing significant. Strictly speaking, cultivators didn’t need to use “eyes” to see things.

Spiritual sense.

At this instant, close to forty spiritual...