Wherever the master miner Wang Xuan’s spiritual eyesight reached, the lingering image of the purple palace quickly vanished, along with the pleasant laughter of the woman, which disappeared in an instant. He wore a grave expression. So fast? Something seemed off! 1

The cave fell into silence, as if the majestic palace and the laughter of the woman had never appeared. Here, it was simply a passage through the meteorite. He proceeded forward. The purple mist flowed like a river and crashed against him. Yet, he remained resolute, as he searched along the ancient and untraveled paths of the old mine. The walls showed no signs of human excavation, the patterns appeared entirely natural.0

Suddenly, he sensed a strong vitality ahead. He noticed something white moving, like a beautiful serpent slithering. Then, he heard laughter again. However, when he tried to capture it with his spiritual eyes, there was no one to be seen, and the sound quickly faded away. Wang Xuan walked over, his eyes widening as he saw what lay before him. On the ground lay pure white roots that were sparkling like jade. The roots were ethereal and pristine, and it exuded a sense of sanctity and purity even beyond that of immortals.0

Although it was clearly the roots of some plants, yet they gave off such an impression, as if they were the true immortals. It was even purer than the so-called demons and immortals that were tainted by worldly desires. Wang Xuan was astonished. Could this be the root of the Immortal Flower that never withers in the meteorite path? He became excited, leaving behind a fleeting image as he stood near the roots. It was moving at a slow pace, but it seemed to want to leave this place.0

"Is this cave close to that Immortal Flower?" Wang Xuan stared intently, for nothing could escape his spiritual...0