As they ventured deeper into the sanctum, their descent brought them to a majestic chamber adorned with four towering doors. Vibrant energies radiated from each door, each one distinct from the others. Instead of conventional handles, the doors boasted an intriguing rectangular slot, intricately designed to mirror the shape of their legion badge.
As they stood before the grand chamber with its four towering doors, the atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and a touch of trepidation. The sheer scale and aura of the doors were enough to make even the most seasoned cultivators pause.
Jiang Yan, her eyes a mixture of awe and regret, stepped forward, her gaze scanning the doors. Her voice trembled slightly as she began to explain, her words infused with reverence, "These doors... they are more than mere entries. They represent the essence of our Legion, the Sacred Records Sanctum."
Gu Hong nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the first door. His voice carried a hint of nostalgia as he spoke, "The record hall... it holds the knowledge and history of our Legion, accumulated throughout the ages. Inside, you can find records about nearly every place in the lower domain, and even tales of legendary cultivators."
His hand gently gestured towards the second door. "The Sutras Hall," he continued, "is a treasury of cultivation techniques and secret arts. Countless scrolls and ancient tomes line its shelves, offering profound insights into the mysteries of the cultivation path carefully compiled and handed down through the generations."
Xue Ren’s eyes were drawn to the third door, which had a slightly different design than the others. He pointed at the third door "And that," he remarked with a knowing smile, "Should be the enlightenment door. It leads to the enlightenment hall."
Jiang Yan nodded, impressed by Xue Ren’s astute observation. "Indeed," she praised, "The enlightenment hall is the most special place in the sanctum."
Amidst their collective anticipation, Han Zhi spoke up, his curiosity piqued. "And what about the last door?" he inquired, his eyes settling on the final entryway.
A sense of gravity settled upon the chamber as the group turned their attention to the enigmatic door, its surface slightly darker than the others.
Jiang Yan’s voice held a whisper of reverence as she answered, "The final door, leads to the forbidden hall."
Liang Yifei, his interest fully piqued, couldn’t help but ask the question that was on everyone’s mind. "What lies within the forbidden hall?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.
Gu Hong’s gaze turned grave, his tone weighted with caution as he explained the nature of the forbidden hall, "The forbidden hall contains knowledge and artifacts that are deemed too dangerous or unstable to be accessed by ordinary cultivators. It is reserved for the highest-ranking members of the Legion."
The weight of those words hung in the air, the silence that enveloped the forbidden hall seemed to amplify the sense of mystery and intrigue.
As the group took in the majesty and significance of the four doors, a moment of hesitation lingered in their thoughts.
Gu Hong, his brows furrowed with contemplation, carefully voiced his suggestion, his words resonating with a blend of caution and strategic planning, "While it is true that every hall beckons us with its allure, it would be prudent for you to commence your journey by entering the Sutras Hall, delving into the profound cultivation techniques that await you. From there, You can enter the enlightenment hall, and finally, explore the depths of history in the record hall. In this way, You can ensure a balanced and comprehensive understanding of what lies within the Sacred Records Sanctum."
Jiang Yan’s laughter danced through the air, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Ah, Brother Gu, your wisdom is unmatched," she chimed in, "But each of us has their own unique way of approaching things. Don’t be too rigid in following Brother Gu’s advice. Follow your instincts and choose the hall that resonates with your heart."
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A subtle twitch appeared at the corner of Gu Hong’s mouth, and he cleared his throat before responding, "Indeed, what Sister Jiang said is true. Each of you should choose the path that feels right for you."
With Xue Ren leading the way, his strides were purposeful and confident as he stepped forward, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the intricately carved second door. His anticipation builds with every passing moment. As he reached the door, he reached into his robe, retrieving his badge with practiced ease. The metal gleamed under the dim light as he smoothly inserted it into the designated slot, seamlessly aligning the notches and grooves. With a barely audible mechanical hum, the heavy door swung open, revealing the mysterious expanse that lay beyond.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Xue Ren crossed the threshold, feeling the coolness of the air within the scriptures hall embrace him. The door, sensing his departure, closed silently behind him, as if sealing off the world he left behind.
Across the chamber, Han Zhi watched Xue Ren’s resolute actions, a flicker of mockery glittering in his eyes.
Without much thought, he strode purposefully towards the third door, his gaze locked on the ornate carvings that adorned the door’s surface. As his fingers closed around the cold metal of his badge, he felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins.
With a measured motion, Han Zhi inserted his badge into the designated slot. The hinge creaked, and the door opened with a sigh,
Drawing a deep breath, he took a step forward, disappearing into the depth of the enlightenment hall.
Meanwhile, Liang Yifei found himself standing before the first door, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he cautiously studied its intricate details. Uncertainty danced in his mind, he cautiously extended his hand and gently pressed it against the cold surface. Deliberately closing his eyes for a fleeting moment as if examining what’s hidden behind the door.
Moments later, he opened his eyes, Retrieving his badge, he slid it into the slot with a purposeful precision. A quiet murmuring reverberated through the air as the doors of the records hall swung open, revealing an otherworldly sight that defied Liang Yifei’s expectations. Instead of the orderly rows of ancient tomes he had envisioned, he found himself standing amidst an endless expanse of space. Stars twinkled in the distance, their ethereal glow casting a mesmerizing cascade of light.
The vastness of the celestial panorama stretched as far as the eye could see, magnificent constellations adorning the velvet backdrop of the night sky.
Yet, amidst the grandeur of the cosmic tapestry, Liang Yifei’s gaze was drawn to a solitary figure seated cross-legged in the center of this cosmic infinity. At first glance, the man appeared ordinary, his features weathered by time and his hair touched with gray. But there was an undeniable air of enigma that clung to him as if he held secrets transcending mortal comprehension.
Curiosity mingled with astonishment in Liang Yifei’s eyes as he ventured closer to the old man, each step filled with a palpable mixture of trepidation and fascination. Yet, even as he drew nearer, a peculiar sensation gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Though his gaze was unwaveringly fixed upon the figure, there was an intangible emptiness that enveloped him. It was as though the figure before him was a mere ethereal projection, lacking substance and tangible presence, leaving Liang Yifei with a profound sense of intrigue and wonder.