The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

Ye Ling observed the stone wall as she walked, thinking to herself.

"This stone wall looks no different from an ordinary stone wall, but something just feels off."

The more this happened, the more vigilant she became. She moved slowly, step by step, cautiously surveying her surroundings.

Ye Ling released her divine sense to investigate the situation inside the cave, but found that she could not use her divine sense to investigate at all.

"What's going on? Outside the cave, although there was a maze formation in the deep of night, it didn't block the cultivators' divine sense. Why is it that we can't use real-time detection inside the cave? Could there be something blocking divine sense?"

Ye Ling secretly speculated in her heart.

Although still filled with fear of the unknown, Ye Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and delve deeper.

The cave wasn't deep, and Ye Ling finished exploring it in no time.

But Ye Ling didn't feel relieved. Instead, she felt something was very strange, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"This cave looks like it was formed naturally, but why does it always feel a bit off?"

Ye Ling muttered her question to herself.

Suddenly, a thought struck her; she knew something was wrong—the place was too clean.

"Yes, it's clean, unusually clean. There isn't even a small pebble in the cave, let alone any weeds."

Ye Ling remembered that when she came in, the cliff was covered with weeds, but there was nothing here except for the vines at the entrance of the cave, as if someone had cleaned it.

"No, no one could possibly live here. If it were, the space would be too small."

As Ye Ling was pondering this with her head down, she suddenly noticed that her dress was swaying slightly.

"There's wind. Where's the wind coming from?"

Ye Ling said with certainty, but at the same time she felt strange. The cave she was in was surrounded by stone walls. As for the entrance, the vines had only parted a small corner when she came in, but they closed up again after she entered. Even if a breeze came in, it wouldn't be enough to lift the corner of her clothes.

"The wind seems to be blowing towards... the stone wall."

Judging the direction of the wind by the fluttering of his clothes, he discovered it was coming from the stone wall behind him.

How could a stone wall be drafty?

I've explored it myself, and there aren't any cracks in the stone wall. So where does the wind come from?

Ye Ling found it increasingly strange and re-examined the clues.

"The strangely open and drafty stone walls, the overly clean cave. There must be some connection between them."

Ye Ling combined the known information, and suddenly a guess came to mind.

"There is only one possibility: what I am seeing now is not the original state. Someone has set up an array, and not just one, but at least a double-layered array."

A formation designed to confuse outsiders, combined with a formation designed to block divine sense detection, would create the appearance Ye Ling is seeing now.

"The person who set up this formation is truly a genius. To be able to set up such a formation shows that their mastery of formations is quite profound."

Ye Ling praised it with great emotion.

Immediately, Ye Ling began to carefully examine the stone wall, hoping to find some other clues.

Secret realms are generally formed after the fall of powerful beings with spatial spiritual roots, and their size and the density of spiritual energy are closely related to the cultivation level of those powerful beings.

Ye Ling guessed that the formation here must have been set up by that fallen great power.

This secret realm is restricted to cultivators below the Golden Core stage. Among the disciples who enter to train, few know how to set up formations, and even fewer can set up advanced formations, let alone a formation like the one before us.

Although he didn't understand formations, he knew that setting up such an exquisite formation required a high level of expertise in formations, and that setting up a formation required a large amount of spiritual energy, which meant that the person setting up the formation also needed to have a high level of cultivation to provide enough spiritual energy.

And there is only one person who can do all this, and that is the master of this secret realm.

Ye Ling touched the stone wall and indeed felt the difference. She moved slowly, little by little, her hands stroking it.

She closed her eyes tightly, and in her mind, the pattern she had touched appeared.

Finally, Ye Ling discovered that the stone wall behind her had a Tai Chi Bagua pattern, and there were two sentences on the stone walls on the left and right sides.

"When Yin and Yang are in harmony, all things are born."

"When the opportunity arises, cause and effect begin."

Ye Ling pondered to herself.

"These two sentences on the stone wall are easy to understand, but why are they written here? And what about this Tai Chi Bagua diagram…?"

As Ye Ling thought about it, she reached out to touch it. Distracted, she was suddenly cut on the fingertip by the sharp edge, and the blood dripped onto it and was quickly absorbed by the stone wall.

Furthermore, a Tai Chi Bagua diagram appeared in the groove of the stone wall, and then a teleportation array appeared out of thin air on the ground. With a flash of white light, Ye Ling disappeared inside before she could react.

Then everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"what…"

Ye Ling was teleported to a large hall. Because the incident happened suddenly and she was not prepared, she fell directly from the air.

Although I've trained myself, this fall shouldn't damage my bones or tendons, but it will hurt.

"Ouch, I fell and almost fell! My butt!"

Ye Ling grimaced, her expression one of extreme pain.

At that moment, a phantom figure in the main hall witnessed everything.

His excited expression froze on his face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Qingyu Zhenjun clearly hadn't expected that the person he had waited so long for would look like this on their first meeting.

However, he maintained his rare composure and did not burst into laughter. Although he really wanted to laugh, he held back because he wanted to maintain the image of a cold and aloof immortal.

To be honest, he was still a little excited, after all, this was his first female disciple, though also his last. His master had predicted this ten thousand years ago, that his little disciple would be his only female disciple, and that he would only accept her ten thousand years later.

However, when he thought of his other rebellious disciples, this obedient disciple in front of him suddenly seemed quite appealing. After all, who wouldn't want a sweet and gentle little disciple to act cute and dote on them, showing concern and care? Just thinking about it made him happy.

It's a pity that's what he thought, but Ye Ling didn't do it that way.

Especially the day in the future when he opens his eyes to find a cold, gleaming sword before him, and his imagined sweet and gentle female disciple uttering words that shatter all his fantasies.

"Old Deng, draw your sword, I want to have a go at you!"

He desperately wanted to slap himself across the face while he was lost in his fantasies, to wake him from his unrealistic daydreams.

And he wanted to relentlessly mock his own "good student's" unique way of making his entrance.