The gateway to the sacred land of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect was opened.
Ji Mo and a group of high-ranking officials from the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect leaped into the vortex one after another, entering the sacred land.
For many, it was their first time here, and they were immediately stunned by the sight before them.
It was a vast, boundless ruin, stretching as far as the eye could see, covering who knew how many miles, like a small world.
What met their eyes were countless broken eaves and walls, all sorts of ruins.
In the distance, they could see ancient cities soaring into the clouds, palaces shattered into pieces, and mountains as flat as if they had been sliced by a blade.
The earth was covered in a spiderweb of massive cracks, scarred and ravaged.
"Our sacred land looks like this?"
Ji Mo looked around, somewhat puzzled.
Shouldn't the sacred lands of sects be filled with ethereal energy, fragrant spiritual herbs, and abundant treasures?
This place looked nothing like a sacred land; it was clearly a ruin, an ancient ruin of immense age.
He felt as if this place belonged to the ancient times, or even further back, destroyed by some catastrophe or conflict.
The Great Elder of the Moon Sect beside him explained, "To be precise, this is not our sacred land, but rather an ancient ruin or a small world discovered by our ancestors."
Then, she explained the origin of the sacred land to Ji Mo in detail.
One hundred thousand years ago, the four founders of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect embarked on a joint cultivation journey and stumbled upon this place. They gained immense opportunities here, which led to the founding of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect.
From then on, this place became the sacred land and the source of inheritance for the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect.
As for what kind of existence this place truly was, the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect had never figured it out. Countless predecessors had explored it, but none had yielded any results.
It contained heaven-defying opportunities, yet it was also fraught with unimaginable terrors, where one could easily meet an untimely end.
The Great Elder of the Moon Sect warned that the area within a thirty-mile radius was considered safe, but venturing beyond that point was unpredictable.
The place where the sect leader's inheritance was to be received was relatively safe, but she still cautioned Ji Mo to be careful, as no one could guarantee that accidents wouldn't happen.
Upon hearing this, Ji Mo felt no fear, but rather a surge of excitement.
An ancient ruin, containing heaven-defying opportunities – this was indeed a good place.
If nothing else, there would surely be plenty of antiques, perhaps even buried treasures and vaults. Obtaining even one or two would make him rich.
Ji Mo gazed into the distance, his eyes fixed on the ancient city and palaces, his pupils filled with dollar signs.
The Great Elder of the Moon Sect noticed his unusual expression and quickly advised, "Mr. Ji, there is a time limit to entering this place. Let's receive the sect leader's inheritance first. If we have time afterward, we can try exploring the nearby areas, but venturing far is absolutely out of the question; it's too dangerous."
After all, the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect had lost hundreds of powerful individuals exploring this place, and even peak Emperor Immortal realm experts had gone and never returned.
Therefore, the Great Elder of the Moon Sect absolutely did not want Ji Mo to get into trouble.
Although Ji Mo was powerful, this was an ancient ruin. She speculated that it might have been destroyed by a divine war.
If even gods had fallen here, one could imagine the dangers within.
"Alright."
Ji Mo nodded in agreement.
He wasn't particularly interested in the so-called sect leader's inheritance.
His body was still undergoing evolution, and he couldn't cultivate until it was complete. Therefore, the inheritance wasn't of much use to him.
However, he heard that the inheritance pool could cleanse one's roots and enhance their physique, bringing great benefits to the body, which piqued his interest in taking a dip.
The Great Elder of the Moon Sect led Ji Mo, Bai Jingjing, Ling Lan, and Ying towards a subterranean palace.
The other disciples and elders of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect dispersed nearby.
Firstly, it was to guard against any incoming dangers and ensure that the process of the sect leader's inheritance would not be disturbed.
Secondly, it was also an opportunity to search for treasures.
Every time this place opened, many fortunate individuals would gain opportunities.
There were instances where someone with immense luck found divine iron and half a page of a tattered ancient scripture, which made countless people envious.
Zhen Zhen watched Ji Mo's retreating back from afar, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her lips.
This time, Ji Mo was destined to be her stepping stone. She intended to pluck the peaches halfway, steal the sect leader's inheritance, and become the ultimate winner.
According to the previous plan, Zhen Zhen immediately arranged for her confidantes to secretly bring Lang Qihong and other experts from the Floating Dream Pavilion into this place.
Afterward, she went to control the formations and restrictions set up here by the past patriarchs.
Once she controlled the formations, she would hold the initiative. At that time, she would be the butcher, and the others would be the fish, at her mercy.
No one else knew that a massive conspiracy was secretly unfolding.
Ji Mo and the others passed through a crack and entered a grand subterranean palace.
The palace was dim, with a shimmering pool of water at its center. The surrounding walls were covered in murals, emitting a faint phosphorescent glow.
Ji Mo looked up at the murals, his pupils suddenly contracting. For the first time, he showed an expression of disbelief.
His face was filled with astonishment and shock. He couldn't help but rub his eyes and walk closer to examine them at length.
"Heh, a man. You always pretend to be proper, but now your true colors are showing."
Ling Lan snorted coldly when she saw this.
Then, she proudly puffed out her ample chest, her face full of smugness.
Bai Jingjing's face darkened, and she said bitterly, "Mr. Ji really likes big ones. No wonder he wasn't interested in me before."
Ying, however, looked unconvinced and mocked Ling Lan, "Is being big something to be proud of? I think Mr. Ji still likes me more. Last time, he enjoyed letting me kiss him."
At this moment, Ji Mo ignored the others, his entire focus on the murals before him.
These murals were very similar in style to the Dunhuang murals. He could see many elements from his hometown within them, such as flying Apsaras and playing the pipa while on horseback.
The murals depicted many beautiful women with well-proportioned figures, wearing revealing clothing. Thus, the three confused Saintesses mistakenly took Ji Mo for a lecher.
"No way, it's one thing to stare, but he's actually touching them?"
Ling Lan saw Ji Mo touching the murals with a look of excitement, his mouth almost splitting to his ears.
She couldn't understand why touching a mural would make him so agitated.
Last time, when she forcefully made Ji Mo touch her, he hadn't been this excited. Could it be that she was not as good as a mural?
Or perhaps, Ji Mo had a peculiar fetish.
"They really resemble the Dunhuang murals. Could they be the work of that old ancestor from Huaxia?"
Ji Mo speculated in his heart, eager to unravel the mystery.
After careful identification, he believed that the murals here were highly likely to originate from Chinese civilization, possibly the work of a legendary figure.
Seeing familiar things suddenly brought him immense joy, but unfortunately, he was mistaken for a pervert with strange habits.
"Are you done touching? Time is short, hurry up and come join us for a bath."
Ling Lan's words carried a hint of sourness as she urged Ji Mo.
"What? A bath together?"