Overall, Qin Chuan was very satisfied. This ability was absolutely the most suitable divine skill for him. With the breakthrough, his troubled mood instantly calmed down.
After washing up and changing his clothes, Qin Chuan looked at the place where he had lived alone for more than half a year and decided it was time to leave.
Fan Qingchen had been gone for half a year, and he wondered how she was doing. However, given Fan Qingchen's current cultivation level and her own refusal, no one could touch her.
He had his own things to do and should leave as well. With the strength of an Immortal Emperor, perhaps he could go to the Nine Heavens Land.
The thought of this made him a little excited, but he currently had no way to enter the Nine Heavens Land. However, he wasn't worried. The Dragon-Seeking Technique allowed him to sense the approximate location and distance.
After reaching the Immortal Emperor realm, Qin Chuan's perception with the Dragon-Seeking Technique was much clearer, unlike the hazy and ethereal feeling before.
Now he could clearly sense the location, but the distance was still quite far. At his current speed, it would probably take decades to get there.
But Qin Chuan was actually very happy at this moment because it meant that his current strength was very close. Even if it wasn't suitable to go now, if he found a way, he could actually go to the Nine Heavens Land.
However, Qin Chuan knew that reaching the Nine Heavens Land, regardless of time, should at least improve his strength by one major realm.
Putting aside these thoughts, Qin Chuan decided to move forward. He figured he could just keep going whenever he
had free time, and as for his strength, he'd let nature take its course. He was currently automatically absorbing spiritual energy from heaven and earth at a fast and pure rate, so he could use this time to solidify his foundation naturally.
Riding the Five-Colored Dragon Sparrow, Qin Chuan leisurely lay on it, watching the blue sky and white clouds trace a trail across the sky and disappear into the distance.
Qin Chuan left, looking back at the place where he had lived for several years, feeling a little reluctant to leave.
After all, this was Fan Qingchen's home. He would definitely come back to visit in the future, and perhaps Fan Qingchen would still live here.
...
Half a month had passed, and Qin Chuan found himself still surrounded by wasteland. He hadn't been able to fly out even after half a month, which puzzled him.
The Five-Colored Dragon Sparrow was incredibly fast; if it couldn't fly out in half a month, how vast must the wasteland be?
Looking at the endless expanse around him, his Golden Divine Eyes swept over it, confirming that this wasn't an illusion; it was real.
This made Qin Chuan understand why he couldn't reach the Nine Heavens Land; this world was simply too vast, too boundless, and too terrifying.
Hmm?
Just as Qin Chuan was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw a colossal golden pavilion-like structure in the distance. It
was enormous and jarring.
After all, the surrounding area was barren, and this was at least the center of a major imperial academy. The presence of such a massive pavilion, with its imposing presence, was truly perplexing.
Qin Chuan didn't look away but instead examined it intently.
No words!
Qin Chuan tried to find some writing on the golden pavilion to determine its origin, but after several searches, he found nothing.
Skill breeds boldness; Qin Chuan's strength had greatly increased, so he wasn't afraid and continued forward, flying towards the golden pavilion. He wanted to see what this place was all about. As
the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes one's horse run itself to death," and while Qin Chuan wasn't quite at that level now, it still took him a considerable amount of time—almost half a day—to arrive.
The closer Qin Chuan got to the enormous golden pavilion, the more astonished he became. While he had sensed its immense size before, it wasn't until he was close enough that he truly realized its immense scale.
The pavilion was carved from a unique stone, not constructed; it was like a mountain, sculpted and carved.
It was a masterpiece of nature, a testament to the power of special stone, as hard as iron and also an insulator.
This insulator effectively blocked out vital energy; anyone entering the golden pavilion could not use their vital energy and could only rely on their physical body.
Furthermore, this insulator could isolate formations and everything else, allowing one to revert to their true self, relying solely on their physical body; all external objects were useless.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan actually breathed a sigh of relief. If he could only rely on his physical body, he would be a humanoid tyrannosaurus rex.
However, Qin Chuan didn't dare to be careless. He used his divine sense to sense whether anyone was present.
In this desolate, truly desolate place, such a dazzlingly large golden pavilion, carved from a special material, was truly astonishing. There were
actually people there, and not just one.
Qin Chuan quickly discovered that there were quite a few people inside, dressed in uniform, golden robes, both men and women.
They were all worshipping a huge stone statue in a grand hall.
Each of them had a solemn and devout expression, but Qin Chuan couldn't tell what kind of Buddha statue it was—neither a monk nor a Taoist.
The statue looked very large, perhaps very robust, a single, solid piece. The more Qin Chuan looked, the more he realized the extraordinary nature of this statue.
Suddenly, Qin Chuan felt as if he were being watched. Then, to his surprise, he saw the statue he was observing open its eyes.
These were blood-red eyes, and his own reflection was clearly visible within them.
Had he been discovered?
Qin Chuan felt an incredibly strange instinct. The next moment, his body seemed to fly uncontrollably towards the golden pavilion.
Qin Chuan panicked and struggled, but found he couldn't break free from the pull.
This power was too mysterious, leaving him bewildered and unsure how to resist.
Unable to break free, he simply stopped. Soon, Qin Chuan was inside the golden pavilion.
Upon entering, he felt his vital energy sealed off; almost all his martial arts skills, treasures, supernatural abilities, and powers were rendered useless.
He was surrounded by people.
The mysterious stone statue's eyes were closed.
Qin Chuan was still staring at the statue—the guardian statue of the pavilion.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Do you know the consequences of entering?" a middle-aged man at the head said coldly.
Qin Chuan looked at these people; there were over a hundred of them, all staring at him with murderous intent. Qin Chuan was puzzled. He had come here unintentionally; why such hatred?
Was it because of this mysterious stone statue?
Qin Chuan looked at the mysterious stone statue again, and at that moment, he inadvertently glanced at the people and noticed that their eyes held even more intense killing intent.
It really was this mysterious stone statue; could it be some kind of treasure?