If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Mo Chengyue instinctively lowered his center of gravity.

Press the Azure Spirit Sword with your left hand.

He braced himself against the wall with his right hand to steady himself.

The tremors subsided after two or three breaths.

He cursed inwardly.

Can those guys who are fighting please stop for a moment?

Then quickly turn the corner.

Continue stealthily moving along the left wall.

The corridor after the turn was indeed much more spacious.

The murals on the left and right walls unfolded.

It covers almost all available area from the ground to the dome.

The content changed from simple landscapes and the sun and moon to grand war scenes.

Tens of thousands of tiny human figures fight each other in the mural.

A huge crack appeared in the sky.

Something fell through the gap.

The image is so detailed it's almost unbelievable.

Mo Chengyue glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and then looked away.

There's too much information; I don't have time to process it right now.

He quickened his pace.

At the same time, I diverted half of my attention to monitor what was behind me.

The Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant's aura remained stable.

The aura that enveloped his entire body fluctuated.

The Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique indicated that there was no living creature in front of the corridor.

Safety.

It is safe, at least for now.

He was moving quickly along the left wall.

The body was less than half a foot away from the mural.

My left shoulder almost rubbed against the faded paint on the wall.

The half-open stone door at the end of the corridor was getting closer and closer.

There are still about fifteen zhang (approximately 33 meters) left.

There was no warning whatsoever.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the main hall, causing the entire palace to tremble.

That wasn't an ordinary clash of martial arts techniques.

That was the chain reaction caused by the detonation of some kind of large-scale killing move.

The propagation path of shock waves does not travel through the air.

Instead, it was conveyed directly through the white marble building materials of the palace itself.

The entire wall trembled violently under Mo Chengyue's palm.

The stone bricks on the ground bounced up like the surface of a drum that had been struck.

He slipped.

The body loses its balance.

Instinctively, I leaned back.

His back and the back of his head slammed heavily against the wall on the left.

The instant his back touched the wall.

He felt an extremely strange sensation—the wall was moving.

It's not vibration.

The entire wall is centered on his back.

Rotate inward.

It felt like leaning against a revolving door that wasn't locked.

He weighs 150 pounds, plus his full gear, which adds up to a little over 200 pounds.

It provided just enough thrust.

He didn't have time to react.

The entire white marble wall was rotated much faster than he had expected.

It doesn't turn slowly with a creaking sound.

Instead, it bounced off like a spring.

It completed the 180-degree rotation cleanly and efficiently.

Mo Chengyue's entire body, including his back, was pressed against the wall.

They were both thrown to the other side.

The space around me spun rapidly.

The murals in the corridor, the stone lamps on the dome, and the half-open stone door in front.

All reference points disappeared within a fraction of a breath.

Instead, it was pitch black.

Then comes the feeling of weightlessness.

His back was detached from the wall.

The body briefly levitated in the darkness.

Next came the landing.

It didn't land on flat ground.

It was a fall of about four or five feet.

He hit the ground butt first.

Then the back.

Finally, the back of his head hit the hard stone floor.

It made a dull thud.

My mouth opened involuntarily.

A fine dust mixed with the taste of minerals entered my throat.

He coughed.

A heavy "click" sound came from behind.

The rotating wall has been reset.

The route of entry was completely blocked.

Mo Chengyue remained lying on the ground and did not get up immediately.

He took three breaths to confirm that he had not broken any bones.

There are no trigger restrictions.

The Jade Spirit Sword was still at her waist.

The storage bag did not come off.

The mask did not break.

Then he lifted his face from the dusty stone ground.

Spit out the sand in your mouth.

He rattled off a string of complaints.

"Revolving hidden door".

"The core palace of the ancient war between immortals and demons."

"It uses a revolving hidden door."

"Whose twisted sense of humor is this?"

"You've seen too many design blueprints for medieval castles on Earth, haven't you?"

"Or is it that the hobby of ancient powerful beings in their spare time, when they were undergoing tribulations, was decorating secret rooms in their homes?"

Tucao returns to Tucao.

He slowly sat up.

You can't see anything in the dark.

He channeled his inner energy into his eyes.

A faint golden light appeared in his pupils.

The field of vision gradually adapted to the dark environment.

Before me was a long, narrow walkway.

It is wide enough for three people to pass side by side.

The walls on both sides are still made of white marble.

The walkway extends forward.

They disappeared into the darkness at the edge of sight.

The end is nowhere in sight.

He turned to look behind him.

The rotating wall that threw him in.

It has been perfectly fitted back into its original position.

There are no handles or grooves at the seams where you can put pressure.

He tapped the wall with his knuckles.

The voice was deep and resonant.

There was no hollow echo.

It cannot be opened from the opposite direction.

He muttered to himself.

"This is definitely a melodramatic plot that only exists in anime."

"And I actually encountered this kind of situation."

"Spicy, damn it."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Mo Chengyue opened his eyes again.

He stood up and dusted himself off.

The Azure Spirit Sword was drawn three inches from its sheath.

The eerie green light emanating from the sword served as a portable lamp.

He first inspected the ground and walls within a three-zhang radius.

The Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique reported no residual restrictions.

There are no array nodes, and no spiritual energy traps.

The secret passage was safe, at least in the section he was in.

Then he looked back at the tightly closed rotating wall once more.

There are no traces of any mechanism that could be opened from this side.

We need to return to the side hall corridor.

Either find another exit from the secret passage.

We can either blow up this white marble wall.

Based on his output at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

It blasted open a white marble wall that even a peak Core Formation expert could only leave a shallow mark with their full force.

That's probably even less realistic than asking him to voluntarily go to the main hall to steal treasures.

"One-way revolving door".

Mo Chengyue drew a conclusion.

"It can only be triggered from the outside; it can't be pushed from the inside."

"In other words—"

"The way back is blocked."

He pushed the Jade Spirit Sword back into its sheath.

Only a finger's width of the sword blade was exposed.

It controls the brightness and range of the light.

Ensure that no overly conspicuous light sources are created deep within the secret passage.

There is one thing he must admit, though he has to say it.

It begins upon entering this palace.

He didn't choose any of the steps he took.

The side hall was chosen because there were more than a dozen peak Core Formation stage cultivators fighting each other in the main hall.

He doesn't want to die.

We walked along the left wall because the right side was closer to the main hall.

The risk of one's consciousness being exposed is higher.

Now we've fallen into this secret passage.

It was caused purely by external forces.

An aftershock of a technique he could not have predicted at all.

In addition, there was a rotating dark wall that he was completely unaware of.

The three "passive choices" are linked together.

They precisely slipped him into a hidden passage that no one had ever set foot in before.

Mo Chengyue stood at the entrance to the dark corridor.

The eyes beneath the mask narrowed.

Too many coincidences make it seem less like coincidences.

But the thought only lingered in his mind for a moment.

He then forced it back into the deepest part of his consciousness.

Now is not the time to investigate cause and effect.

Where does this road ahead lead?

he does not know.

Can we find something to revive my two senior sisters?

He didn't know. The only certainty was that his escape route was cut off.

Only moving forward remains as an option.

He stepped into the darkness.

The soles of my shoes are on white marble bricks.

It made a barely audible sound.

The rotating wall behind me stood silently in place.

Like a closed mouth, it swallowed him deep into the palace's belly.