A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

The Jin Clan Ancestral Hall is located at the deepest part of Jinyuan, backed by a cliff, and is solemn and magnificent.

The main gate of the ancestral hall is over three zhang high, with two heavy and solemn black iron gates. The door knockers are cast into ferocious beast heads with exposed fangs, giving the impression that two giant black iron beasts are guarding the ancestral hall.

When Zhou Ping arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, he was somewhat shocked by its scale and grandeur, and he could hardly believe that such a magnificent building was hidden deep within Jin Yuan.

Jin Jingtian stepped forward, raised his hand and placed it on one of the beast heads of the Xuan Tie giant gate. With a "crack," the two giant gates slowly opened amidst a rumbling sound.

Jin Jingtian stepped in first, crossed a small square paved with bluestone, and headed towards the main hall of the ancestral hall.

Zhou Ping's eyes darted around, and after confirming that there was nothing suspicious inside, he followed and walked towards the ancient and austere main hall of the ancestral hall directly in front of him.

Shortly after the two entered, the two massive black iron doors seemed to be controlled by the mechanisms inside and began to slowly close.

"not good!"

Seeing this, Liu Feng, who was hanging far behind, secretly cried out in alarm. If he were locked out by this iron gate, things would really get complicated.

Although he had already figured out how to open the door, the deafening sound of it opening was rather embarrassing.

At that point, let alone hiding them, even if the two people inside were deaf, they would still be disturbed by the rumbling vibrations.

Should we wait passively or sneak in before the iron gate closes?

Liu Feng immediately began to consider the pros and cons of the two options. Staying put was undoubtedly the safest option.

He was certain that only one of the two people who went in would leave the ancestral hall in the end, and he could then secretly kill the one who came out.

But if that's the case, what if there's some hidden treasure inside the ancestral hall? He wouldn't know anything about it.

If the Five Mysterious Tokens have been hidden by the Jin Clan Chief, they will be difficult to find.

If we follow them in now, we risk being discovered by that young cultivator. He has already advanced to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and his five senses have undergone a qualitative improvement. If we rashly follow him, he is very likely to notice us.

Liu Feng made his choice in an instant, quickly forming a hand seal to cast a lightness spell on himself, then holding his breath and focusing his mind, he leaped into the air and used the Wind Control Technique to float towards the iron gate that was not yet fully closed.

The advantage of doing this is that it completely eliminates the sound of your breathing and footsteps, ensuring that you don't make any noise and greatly reducing the possibility of being detected by the other party.

Finally, in the few breaths between the closing of the iron gate, Liu Feng managed to slip in through the crack in the door.

But his Taoist robe, fluttering in the wind, brushed against the side of the iron gate and slipped in, making a barely audible rustling sound that was almost negligible amidst the heavy rumble of the iron gate.

Upon entering, Liu Feng immediately slipped into a blind spot and disappeared once more.

Although he, like his master Tongxin Daoren, did not possess any advanced breathing techniques, he could still manage the simplest method of concealing his inner energy and holding his breath, at least for a short while.

Zhou Ping, who had just entered the main hall, was quietly watching Jin Jingtian offer incense to the ancestors of the Jin clan.

Beneath his seemingly quiet and silent exterior, he was actually highly focused, with his five senses activated to the extreme.

In particular, the sound of the two black iron doors behind him closing instantly drew his attention.

If this Xuan Tie Gate closes, this place will become a dead end, and he will have no way out.

As Zhou Ping listened to the loud slamming of the door, his mind raced, quickly considering the potential predicament he might face. Just as his thoughts were racing...

"rustle..."

A faint scraping sound came from the iron gate, and Zhou Ping, who was on high alert, instantly caught the faint sound.

What came in?

If all five senses hadn't been completely drawn to the iron gate, he might not have been able to detect the barely perceptible friction sound.

"Thump!"

The Gate of Black Iron has been completely closed.

Zhou Ping's ears twitched slightly, but his heart was in turmoil. He dared not turn around to look at the iron gate outside, trying his best to appear indifferent, for fear of alerting the enemy.

There were no footsteps, no rustling of clothes, not even a sound of breathing!

Under his full perception, there was no sound from outside. The unusual noises he had heard earlier seemed to be just his imagination.

Zhou Ping suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and his back went cold. He was immediately drenched in a cold sweat.

This eerie feeling was strangely familiar; for some reason, the scene he had witnessed before immediately flashed into his mind.

On a distant mountain peak, under the bright moonlight, a strange figure silently surveyed himself and the entire Golden Garden...

The worst has happened!

Such a strange feeling had only been experienced by the two people on the mountaintop, as if they could sense each other even though they were far apart.

A mysterious and profound feeling, a feeling that arises after cultivating the Qingyuan Technique...

Cultivators?! Could those two be deities?!

Zhou Ping recalled the scene from a few months ago when the other party glided down from the sky to the summit, and the two people's eyes were filled with spiritual light, almost like demons. He immediately confirmed the other party's identity.

The other party must be a cultivator, just like the four ancestors of the Jin Clan, because they have their eyes on the current Jin Clan because of the relics left behind by the four ancestors.

After learning the secrets of cultivators, Zhou Ping's thinking broadened considerably, and many things that were previously difficult to explain became clear at this moment.

Therefore, he instantly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Whether it's the Jin Clan's strenuous cultivation of his Qingyuan Technique, the ongoing struggle outside, or those two mysterious cultivators, everything should stem from the same reason.

Relics left here by the four ancestors of the Jin clan!

After figuring this out, Zhou Ping calmed down. Now that he knew the other party's identity, the fear of the unknown that he had felt earlier disappeared.

He found himself caught in a huge vortex. The addition of the mysterious cultivator made Zhou Ping's situation increasingly dangerous and complicated. A slight misstep could cost him his life.

After offering incense, Jin Jingtian stood silently before the ancestral tablet for a long time, seemingly praying or repenting. His silhouette evoked a sense of loneliness in Zhou Ping.

After a moment, Jin Jingtian turned around, glanced at the silent and wooden Zhou Ping, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Come on, the relics left by my great-uncle are inside."

After speaking, Jin Jingtian walked around the many memorial tablets in the ancestral hall and headed deeper into the main hall...