The air in the hall had grown heavy again, but this time it was not with grief or fear... it was the weight of revelation.
The Ice Drakes and Lin Mu's companions stood gathered around him, their eyes burning with curiosity and unease. The name "Ninefold Crypt" still lingered in the air like a chill mist, but it was Meng Bai who broke the silence first.
"Master," he said, his voice cautious yet eager, "you said you know how to enter the Marshes of the Silent Skies safely… how exactly do we do that?"
Lin Mu looked at him for a moment, his calm gaze reflecting the light of the glacial crystals that lined the ceiling.
Meng Bai continued, "Is it through teleportation? Maybe the Right Elder used it himself. He was a Spatial Cultivator after all. Perhaps he designed a teleportation formation that directly connects to the marshes?"
The young man's assumption made sense, but Lin Mu shook his head slowly. "No. Not even teleportation works in that cursed land."
