The Zhenwu Dao Zang was not built upon Longhu Shan, but carved deep within it, its existence a carefully guarded secret.
The cavernous space opened before them, its walls a tapestry of characters etched from floor to ceiling.
“Every character you see was inscribed by a Tianshi of a past generation,” Qingxuan Zhenren’s voice echoed in the chamber. “They contain the very essence of cultivation. But be warned—do not observe them for too long. A
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