The fluorescence inside the cave was somewhat dimmer than outside, which only served to make the patterns on the cave walls stand out all the more clearly. With his back pressed against the damp stone wall, Ye Fan gently traced his fingertips across the surface—those uneven marks were not natural stone fissures, but runes carved with some kind of sharp instrument. The lines still retained a faint trace of spiritual energy, sharing the same origin as the cyan glow darting out from the crystals.
His "Unity of Heaven and Man" innate talent activated automatically, and he felt his five senses suddenly become abnormally acute. The veins of the runes on the cave wall connected into a net of light in his eyes, every pattern flowing as if it were alive, faintly matching the branching paths of the little sapling within his Inner World. Fragments flashed through the memories of his past life: back when he was in the Inquiry Realm, he had once seen ancient cultivators carve arrays using their natal spirit wood, borrowing the wood's vitality to nourish the array. Could the owner of this cave have also...
"Brother Ye." Su Qingxue's short flute music suddenly missed half a beat. Ye Fan turned his head, running straight into a hint of mischief at the corner of her eyes—she had produced her portable Xiangfei bamboo short flute from somewhere and was holding it against her lips, her knuckles lightly pressing the flute holes as clear, transcendent notes drifted over, wrapped in an elusive, s…
Chapter 313