Immortal Refiner

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Wu Chong and his companions stepped through the gate from which the chanting emanated. As they crossed the threshold, the surrounding scenery shifted like rippling water.

Soon, a massive temple loomed before them.

The temple was ancient and austere, its ethereal chanting echoing from within in rhythmic waves, each passage resonating with profound mystery.

The trio dared not move rashly, their eyes scanning the black-and-white stone paths that led to the temple entrance.

”I’ve heard the immortal mansion is riddled with restrictions,” True Lord Fu Xuan murmured, drawing several protective talismans from his robes. ”The slightest misstep could trigger unforeseen consequences.”

Jiang Han’s eyes narrowed, his pupils shifting to metallic gold as his gaze pierced through layers of concealment to penetrate the temple’s interior.

This was a pupil-based divine ability he had cultivated, allowing him to see through illusions and perceive the primordial origin of things.

”I’m certain this temple is similar to a Hall of Technique Transmission,” Jiang Han said, his brow furrowing slightly. ”But...”

”Junior Brother Jiang, speak plainly,” Wu Chong interjected impatiently. ”But what?”

Jiang Han frowned. ”We’re definitely among the last to enter these Immortal Mansion Ruins. Many cultivators must have come before us, yet why haven’t we seen a single soul nearby?”

Wu Chong felt a chill run down his spine at these words.

The Immortal Mansion Ruins had eight entrances. Even if fewer people had entered through this particular gate, it should never be this desolate!

Something was definitely amiss!

True Lord Fu Xuan remained silent for a long moment, gently pinching a talisman in his hand before activating it.

Whoosh!

The spirit patterns on the talisman flared to life, manifesting a green spirit bird.

The bird flew along a white pebble path leading into the temple, but before it had gone far, the path erupted with a layer of restriction-infused spiritual light.

In an instant, the spirit bird vanished from their sight.

The sight shook the trio to their core, their expressions turning grave.

”Just as the rumors said, this Immortal Mansion is riddled with bizarre restrictions,” True Lord Fu Xuan said, his brow furrowing. ”The slightest misstep could trigger them.”

Just now, he had used a Beast Spirit Talisman created by Chu Lingyi, hoping to use the spirit bird to scout ahead.

It was clear that the spirit bird, transformed from a talisman, had triggered some restriction, severing True Lord Fu Xuan’s connection to it. He couldn’t even tell if the bird had died or been teleported elsewhere.

”No wonder the Hall of Technique Transmission is deserted,” Wu Chong remarked with a sigh. ”These pebble paths must conceal hidden dangers. Stepping onto them rashly could lead to unforeseen perils.”

After some deliberation, the trio decided to each employ their own pathfinding methods to seek a safe route into the temple.

Having already entered the Immortal Mansion Ruins, it would be unacceptable to retreat empty-handed.

”I brought a few spirit puppets from the sect,” Wu Chong said. ”Though only second-tier, they should suffice for scouting.”

He retrieved several Spirit Gold Puppets from his storage bag.

He controlled one puppet to advance along another pitch-black pebble path. The result was identical to the spirit bird’s fate: shortly after stepping onto the path, the puppet vanished, severing its connection with Wu Chong.

”How could this be? Is there truly no way out? This is far too harsh!” Wu Chong frowned deeply.

Three black-and-white stone paths remained. They suspected that stepping onto any of them would lead to the same fate.

Jiang Han lightly tapped his spirit beast pouch, and several ants quickly tumbled out.

”Greenhorn Ants? These are excellent spirit insects for scouting. Junior Brother Jiang, you’ve even tamed such rare ants?” Wu Chong exclaimed in surprise.

The Greenhorn Ants each ventured onto the three remaining stone paths. But just as before, they vanished almost immediately.

”All five stone paths are impassable,” Jiang Han said, his expression grim. ”Beyond them lies a deadly restriction. Even a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul Realm might not withstand it.”

They realized that the restrictions within the Immortal Mansion were integrated with the entire structure. Triggering them would unleash the full power of the Immortal Mansion Ruins.

Even cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm wouldn’t dare confront such force head-on, let alone those with core formation realm cultivation.

With all five paths blocked, how could they proceed?

Were they doomed to retreat?

Just as they were about to retreat, the three of them were shocked to discover that the entrance they had entered through had vanished!

”The door is gone!” Wu Chong said, his voice dry.

Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads as they finally realized just how bizarre the Immortal Mansion Ruins truly were.

Having only been inside for a short time, they were already trapped, with no way out—neither to heaven nor to earth.

Jiang Han took a deep breath and said, ”Senior Brother Wu, have a puppet retrieve a black stone from that black-stoned path and throw it onto the white-stoned path.”

Wu Chong was puzzled but followed Jiang Han’s instructions.

These second-tier Spirit Gold Puppets were nothing to him; he wouldn’t mind losing a few.

Clang!

The Spirit Gold Puppet stepped onto the black-stoned path, bent down to pick up a black stone, and hurled it onto the adjacent white-stoned path.

”Senior Brother Wu, now have another Spirit Gold Puppet step onto that white-stoned path,” Jiang Han urged.

Wu Chong activated another Spirit Gold Puppet, which stepped onto the white-stoned path where the black stone had landed.

This time, the Spirit Gold Puppet actually took two consecutive steps without vanishing, remaining firmly in place!

Wu Chong’s face lit up with joy, and he immediately tried to manipulate the puppet forward. But Jiang Han swiftly interrupted him.

”Stop!”

”Throw a stone from the white pebble path onto the black path!”

Wu Chong paused, momentarily stunned, but obeyed without hesitation.

As they watched, stones of contrasting colors began to appear on the black and white paths, forming continuous lines across the surfaces. Wherever these lines extended, the two puppets could safely advance without triggering any restrictions.

”Such an ingenious solution! Truly unprecedented,” True Monarch Fu Xuan murmured, stroking his beard in admiration.

Wu Chong echoed the sentiment, ”Junior Brother Jiang, you’re a genius! How did you uncover this hidden principle?”

Jiang Han simply smiled faintly. ”Just now, I used the Illusion-Shattering Divine Eye to observe the five paths. I discovered that the primordial origins of the black and white paths resemble yin and yang qi.”

”Neither pure yin energy nor pure yang energy can pass through. Only through Yin-Yang Harmonization can we find a path to survival.”

(End of the Chapter)

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