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The moonlight finally reached its zenith, and a beam of cool, silvery light fell precisely on the stone palace's porch.

An invisible ripple spread through the air.

The crowd became agitated, wary of those around them, and held their breath.

The palace gate emitted a low hum, and crisscrossing patterns lit up on the surface of the stone gate, as if a long-sealed formation had been awakened by the moonlight, before slowly opening to both sides.

A musty, ancient smell wafted out from inside the door, carrying with it the scent of dust and the passage of time.

The disciples gathered in front of the hall began to stir.

Someone excitedly shouted, "It's open! Hurry up and go in!"

The crowd surged toward the palace gates like a tidal wave.

No one wants to fall behind. After all, such a great opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If you miss it because you are a step too slow, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life.

Lin Zhixu stood up and gestured to the group, indicating that everyone should move closer.

Once most of the others had gone inside, he led his team at a leisurely pace and followed behind, stepping through the stone gate.

……

Inside the main hall of the main peak, the image reflected in the water mirror is frozen in front of that dusty stone hall.

As the disciples rushed through the open stone gate, the elders sitting around looked increasingly grave.

"Why is it this place again? Wasn't it sealed away back then?"

Elder Xuanqing frowned, his voice tinged with worry, "Nearly a thousand years have passed since the last opening, so it's inevitable that the seal will loosen."

The Beast Taming Peak Master frowned: "Then what should we do? Don't forget, this isn't some paradise. Back then, many disciples died because of their greed. If it weren't for that, we wouldn't have been able to seal it away."

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Several elders who had experienced that tragedy exchanged a glance, clearly still vividly remembering the perilous nature of the stone hall.

The Grand Elder spoke slowly, his voice tinged with helplessness: "The secret realm has many restrictions, and neither you nor I can enter now. Besides, all the disciples have already entered; resealing it now would be tantamount to trapping them inside. For now, we can only wait and see how things develop, and wait for them to come out on their own."

Everyone nodded helplessly.

The Grand Elder looked at Luo Yiyan and his group in the water mirror.

This is a person of great fortune predicted by the sect leader; perhaps there will be a turning point this time?

……

The stone gate slammed shut with a loud thud after the last person stepped in.

The hall was thrown into brief chaos. Some people cried out in alarm, while others instinctively turned around to push the door, only to find it wouldn't budge.

Everyone immediately panicked.

Just then, a calm voice came from ahead, drawing everyone's attention: "Please be patient, everyone. If we can get in, we can definitely get out."

The speaker was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. Although his expression was calm, there was still an air of arrogance between his brows.

Someone recognized him and shouted, "It's Senior Brother Cheng! Don't panic, everyone! With Senior Brother Cheng here, everything will be alright!"

Jiang Che whispered in Lin Zhixu's ear, "This man is called Cheng Yan, the most prized disciple of the Qingyun Peak Master. He's not even a hundred years old, but his cultivation has already reached the third level of the Golden Core stage. However, I've heard he's arrogant, so it's best not to make an enemy of him."

The others nodded in agreement. No wonder he looked so arrogant; he certainly had the right to be.

Cheng Yan was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. After the hall had completely quieted down, he turned his gaze to his surroundings.

The hall was surprisingly spacious, its dome hidden in the darkness.

The hall was empty of furnishings, except for two rows of densely packed stone doors neatly embedded in the walls on both sides, stretching to the horizon.

Each door was exactly the same, made of cold, hard stone, with only slight differences in the runes carved on the door surfaces.

At the end of the passageway, something seemed to be silently watching them, gradually cooling their excitement and replacing it with caution and unease.

Lin Zhixu withdrew his gaze and silently counted the results in his mind.

There are at least a hundred doors that you can see, and each one may lead to a completely different place.

Whether it's an opportunity or a dead end, it all depends on luck.

With Cheng Yan stepping forward, everyone seemed to have found their pillar of support and gathered around him.

One of the disciples asked, "Senior Brother Cheng, what should we do next?"

Cheng Yan looked around and pondered, "Let's first look for any clues that can explain the origin of this place. Since these doors are located here, there should be corresponding hints."

"Perhaps the way out lies within, or perhaps some opportunity is hidden there."

Having no better option at the moment, the group dispersed as instructed and searched carefully in every corner of the hall.

However, half an hour later, apart from dust and rubble, they had not found even a single legible character.

The hall seemed to have been deliberately erased of all information, leaving only the silent stone doors, neatly and coldly embedded in the walls.

A sense of anxiety gradually crept into everyone's hearts, and many people regretted their decision.

I should have known better than to come in. I might end up not finding the treasure and dying here.

Cheng Yan stood in the hall, his brows furrowed.

That shouldn't be the case.

Over the years, he's visited similar historical sites before, and there were always some clues. Whether someone is alive or dead needs to be explained.

Lin Zhixu remained hidden in the crowd, not in a hurry.

He knew the plot.

Danger and opportunity coexist here; behind these doors may lie purgatory or paradise.

Only one of them is an export.

Moreover, it only takes in and never gives out.

Those who enter the door can never return, and those inside the hall do not know whether the other is alive or dead.

This tests a person's mindset.

Moreover, this place is completely isolated from the world; unless one finds the exit, there is absolutely no way to get out.

These people haven't given up hope yet; many still believe that no matter what, they will be teleported out when the three-day period is up.

The real panic will come when they realize that this place is isolated from the world and they can't get out.

At this moment, a disciple beside Cheng Yan stared at the stone doors for a long time before tentatively speaking, "Senior Brother Cheng, with so many doors in front of us, they can't all just be decorations, right? Maybe we're just being allowed to choose one and go in, relying on fate?"

Cheng Yan glanced at the two rows of stone gates, nodded slightly, and thought the same thing.

He raised his head, a gentle smile on his face, and his gaze swept over the disciples: "Who among you would like to go first and scout the way for us?"

The hall fell silent instantly; the chattering crowd seemed to have been choked.

Who would be willing to risk their life? They're afraid of dying too!

No one knows which door to enter or what lies behind it, and no one is willing to gamble with their life.

Cheng Yan remained outwardly calm, but a hint of dissatisfaction flickered in his eyes.

When it comes to making decisions, they call him "Senior Brother Cheng" all the time, but when it comes to actually doing the work, they all shrink back faster than the last.

He turned to the disciple who had made the suggestion, raised his chin, and said in a firm tone, "Since it was you who suggested it, you can go and scout the way for everyone first."