Time slipped by. 

Su Yi paced alongside the walls. It seemed he’d already discovered something, and he looked lost in thought.

Enough time passed to brew a cup of tea before he stopped beside a mural on the eastern wall. Although the image was damaged and indistinct, they could still dimly see mountains shaped like a massive, coiling dragon.

It looked extremely similar to the dragon-shaped ridge they were on now. However, the peak of the ridge depicted in the mural didn’t have a nine-storied tower. Rather, it depicted an entrance to an underground world!

“Hm?” Su Yi could tell at a glance that although the painting of the underground world was damaged, it had what looked like a floating, blood-colored vortex depicted in it.

And beneath the vortex was a lotus platform. A Buddha sat atop it.

The images were indistinct, but when Su Yi saw this, he suddenly recalled—

The underground world deep within Bloodthistle Yao Mountain had a massive crimson whirlpool too, as well as an ancient ritual ground and sacrificial altar!

“Is there another spatial barrier sealed below the Prajna Meditation Garden?” Su Yi’s eyebrows shot up....