He advanced along the city wall, the road seeming to have no end.
If the direction indicated by the Incomplete Seal in his hand hadn’t changed, Yang Chan would have thought he was simply walking straight ahead. In reality, he had begun moving in a circle. The position pointed to by the Incomplete Seal was the best proof of this, as was Yang Chan’s own perception. The discrepancy was subtle, growing harder to detect the closer he got, but it was there nonetheless.
As Yang Chan advanced, the path remained desolate. The city wall was like a great divide, cutting off all signs of life.
Yang Chan couldn’t see what lay beyond the city wall, but the scene within was perfectly clear.
He didn’t know how much ti had passed, but Yang Chan’s Spirit was growing weary. The physical exhaustion from walking recovered extrely quickly; the effects of his Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill were especially apparent at tis like this, allowing his body to heal at an incredible rate. His spiritual recovery, however, was not nearly as fast.
Even though his Sword Master class had reached Tier Two, his Flood Dragon Demon Martial Seal was at Tier Three, and various Elixirs had boosted his abilities far beyond those of an ordinary person, he couldn’t bear the strain of constantly probing his surroundings with his Spiritual Power as he walked.
This prolonged effort naturally placed a great burden on him, but suddenly, Yang Chan’s Spirit flared with excitent.
He raised his head and, sure enough, saw sothing different.
A door stood embedded in the city wall. This could be the way out of this space, perhaps even the way out of Taiyin Heaven.
This was, of course, excellent news for Yang Chan.
His pace quickened, and he didn’t stop until he stood before the great door, which was over a hundred ters tall.
Compared to the three-hundred-ter-plus wall, a door a hundred ters tall was nothing special. But to Yang Chan, it was still imnse.
It gave Yang Chan the feeling that this door wasn’t built for humans. Or to be more precise, not for ordinary humans, but for the legendary Giant Race.
According to legend, the Giant Race was long-lived. At birth, they stood five ters tall, growing to fifty ters upon reaching adulthood. Their strength was boundless and their Combat Power imnse—they could battle the Divine Beasts of myth and legend, and even hunt them for food.
Yang Chan had, of course, read such myths. He had specifically looked them up after hearing the fantastical stories that circulated when the great drought in Qing State was resolved.
The Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty’s history wasn’t particularly long, but many of its historical records were inherited from the previous dynasty, the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty, and so from even more ancient tis. These included myths and legends.
The Giant Race had certainly left an impression on Yang Chan. A thought had occurred to him upon seeing the three-hundred-ter-plus walls, and the sight of this hundred-ter-tall door made that thought even more concrete.
"Don’t tell these walls were built by the giants of legend?"
Yang Chan muttered.
No one was there to answer him, but he held on to the idea, though he had no way to confirm it.
Still, the existence of such architecture couldn’t help but invite speculation.
Yang Chan approached the closed door. Though it was over a hundred ters tall and astonishingly heavy, he decided to give it a try.
After first probing the door to make sure it wasn’t dangerous, Yang Chan began to push. He put more and more strength into it, but there wasn’t the slightest sign of movent.
"Flood Dragon Demon Martial Seal!"
Yang Chan’s aura shifted as he channeled the Flood Dragon Demon Martial Seal into his body, causing his strength to surge once more.
"Hah!"
Imnse power gathered in his hands, and he unleashed a mighty push—this was the full extent of his enhanced strength.
The veins on his arms were already bulging, his powerful muscles displayed in sharp relief.
When a Martial Arts Cultivator reached the realm of an Inner Master, they underwent a tamorphosis. Their Combat Power beca imnse, granting them terrifying destructive force and strength that far surpassed an ordinary person’s.
"GROAN!"
As the sound rang out, Yang Chan felt the hundred-ter door tremble, looking as though it was about to give way.
Joy flashed across Yang Chan’s face; that sound was the first sign of success.
But just as the sound echoed, Yang Chan felt an imnse rebounding force surge from the door.
Sensing that sothing was wrong, Yang Chan imdiately used the Wind-Stepping Technique to retreat. He saw a deep crater left in the spot where he had just been standing; it was the force rebounding from the hundred-ter door, which had struck the ground after he moved away.
Yang Chan didn’t look at the crater, however. His gaze was fixed on the hundred-ter door. The tiny gap he had managed to create had vanished as the door returned to its original position. This made Yang Chan’s brow tighten.
He had just sensed that if he had continued to apply force, he might have been able to push the door open, but a rebounding power had suddenly erupted from it.
That power seed to be a special force inscribed within the stone door, designed to rebound the mont the door was pushed.
This reminded Yang Chan of how, when his fist struck the wall, the marks he left would quickly vanish as the surface returned to its smooth state.
The sa thing happened even when he used the Dragon’s Tooth Short Sword; the damage never lasted long.
"Could it be that this door has a special Magic Array on it? Or so other power that’s ant to prevent it from being opened?"
Yang Chan muttered to himself.
If his Reaction hadn’t been so fast, he would already be injured and trying to heal. This made Yang Chan realize that the door was far from harmless.
As soon as the trigger condition was t, it would retaliate with considerable force.
’That last blast was strong enough to seriously injure —the crater in the ground is proof of that. If I trigger it again, who knows if the force will be even stronger.’
Yang Chan had no intention of testing that theory. As long as that special power on the stone door remained, he would never be able to push it open. It would just return to its original position each ti, making any attempt a futile effort.
Yang Chan searched the area around the stone door for a while, checking the wall and the door itself for so kind of chanism. So doors weren’t ant to be opened with brute force; triggering the right chanism could open them easily.
Unfortunately, after several attempts, he still couldn’t find any such chanism. Thankfully, the force he used wasn’t great, so he didn’t trigger the rebound power again.
"It seems my only choice is to keep moving forward."
Yang Chan let out a heavy sigh. He had thought that finding a door ant he could finally leave this strange space, only to find it wouldn’t open. It was infuriating.
Worse, trying to force it open would an facing an even more dangerous power. This was terrible news for Yang Chan.
The glimr of hope he’d felt was instantly shattered.
Taiyin Heaven was still far too foreign to him. The bizarre way he had entered left him with no idea where he was or how to get out, which only amplified his unease.
Everything here was an unknown. He hadn’t seen anyone else enter, so the hope of learning the way out from soone else was extrely slim.
At this point, he could only rely on himself.
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