Xu Yangyi didn’t make an immediate choice. Instead, he meditated on his flying magik artifact, closing his eyes and contemplating. He carefully combed through Fahai’s and Yu Qinglin’s words again.

Indeed, there were still many riddles to Danxia Temple. For example, who had carved the wall murals? Why was Wei Zhongxian here? Why would the Animus Armament be on Wei Zhongxian’s person? However, all of this wasn’t as important in comparison to this choice right now.

No one rushed him. Although this pittance of time seemed to crawl infinitely to Fahai and Yu Qinglin, they’d already gone through too, too many years. Even if they were more anxious in their hearts, they wouldn’t express this on their faces at all.

An hour passed, two hours passed… after a full three hours passed, Xu Yangyi finally opened his eyes. A wisp of absolute resolve flashed through them.

“I have a few questions that I’ll have to request Seniors to answer.”

“Ask away,” Xiaoqing said indifferently and slightly furrowed her brows, not revealing her feelings.

Fahai recited a chant, “If it is hard to choose, then a choice isn’t necessary. Why can’t this poor monk die here?”

Xu Yangyi cupped his hands...