The Dragon Spirit took a deep look at the scene here, then turned around and forcefully pushed open that Mystic Iron Gate, clearly sealed for many years.
A sky full of dust rushed towards Dragon Spirit's face, the talisman paper stuck on his body flashed with a radiance, then subsided again.
When the dust settled, Dragon Spirit was completely clean from head to toe.
"Thankfully, I had the foresight to stick talisman papers on myself early on, otherwise who knows what dirty thing I would have turned into."
Looking at the thick layer of dust on the ground, Dragon Spirit had a flash of doubt in his eyes.
Did the Black Robed People prevent others from entering here, only to not use it themselves? Did they find another passage?
Unfortunately, no one was here to resolve his confusion.
Dragon Spirit could only continue forward, and while walking, a bit of light suddenly appeared ahead.
This instantly boosted Dragon Spirit's speed, quickly moving forward.
