Wang Nan's spirit power circulated, and the golden Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in his hand, while the Evil Breaking Dragon's figure manifested with him, circling around him.
For a moment, Pan Huai and Pan Yang's Coiling Dragon Staffs trembled slightly.
The two giant dragon phantoms, one blue and one red, suddenly turned toward him.
The man and the two dragons stared at each other for a long time. Then, the two dragon phantoms let out a long roar and re-entered the black gate.
The next moment, the gate slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black rift from which an aura not belonging to this world emerged.
Wang Nan finally understood the purpose of this gate: beyond it was a passage to another space.
Pan Huai's eyes lit up, and he could no longer suppress his excitement, rushing inside without a second thought.
"Grandpa!"
Pan Yang called out, then glanced at Wang Nan beside her, bit her lower lip, and gripping her Coiling Dragon Staff, also entered.
Wang Nan waited for a moment; the pitch-black gate in front of him remained unchanged, the passage stable, with no further movement from inside.
His mental force couldn't pass through the passage; only the Evil Breaking Dragon circled around him, instinctively pointing forward.
After a moment of silence, Wang Nan, for some unknown reason, suddenly laughed, then strode in.
It wasn't until Wang Nan's figure completely disappeared into the passage that the two dragon phantoms, one blue and one red, emerged from the gate and also entered the passage. The pitch-black gate then closed, remaining as if it were meaningless.
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Passing through the space passage was instantaneous, just like when he used his left leg bone Spirit Ability; in the blink of an eye, he arrived in a strange place.
As soon as Wang Nan arrived, he was dazzled by the bright light around him.
He had just been deep in the cave, but now the surrounding environment was illuminated by several large luminous stones. Looking closely, there were many smaller stones around those luminous stones, but they no longer emitted light; otherwise, it would probably be as bright as day here.
Using the remaining light, Wang Nan looked around and saw several tall, magnificent buildings standing there. The tallest one had distinct levels, appearing to be nine stories high from the outside.
Further away, where the light could not reach, was a vast, ethereal darkness stretching as far as the eye could see.
Pan Huai and Pan Yang had not gone far; they were not far from him. At this moment, Pan Huai was looking at the tallest building, and even as a Spirit Saint, his hands trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on a symbol on it.
Wang Nan looked up and saw that the symbol was one he had seen in the history books of Shrek Academy—it was the symbol of Spirit Hall.
He hadn't expected that passing through that space passage would lead him to the site of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago.
However, Wang Nan wasn't as excited as Pan Huai; he simply walked slowly towards the buildings.
But soon, he was dumbfounded.
Although he didn't know if the passage of time here was the same as in the outside world, ten thousand years had passed outside, so the time elapsed here would naturally not be too short. Originally, without interference, these buildings could barely maintain their original state. But as soon as Wang Nan passed by, the air currents he created caused the entire building to collapse with a roar.
The walls and contents of the building disintegrated into scattered dust in the air.
This seemed to trigger a chain reaction; the surrounding buildings vanished one after another, until only the nine-story-high building remained.
Pan Huai then came back to his senses and looked at Wang Nan.
"This... Alas, even Spirit Hall couldn't withstand the power of time."
He sighed, then looked at Wang Nan. "Thank you for helping us get here. It seems only the middle part still has some things left. As we agreed before, whatever it is, I will split it evenly with you."
"If you fancy something, we can also make some concessions." Pan Huai stared intently into Wang Nan's eyes.
Although a few days of interaction had gradually allowed Pan Huai to understand Wang Nan's character, as the saying goes, wealth moves hearts. He also knew that after arriving here, he and his granddaughter were no longer of value to Wang Nan. He feared that if Wang Nan had other intentions, the two of them together might not be a match for him.
However, Wang Nan was not that kind of person; he just shook his head gently. "Let's stick to what we said before."
With that, he took the lead and walked towards the building.
Pushing open the gate, a decaying smell wafted from inside.
The first thing that caught Wang Nan's eye was an arena, surrounded by several long tables. However, due to the passage of time, the items on them had disappeared, and he didn't know what had originally been placed there.
Looking around, there was nothing else besides these long tables. Helpless, the three of them had to walk up to the second floor.
The layout of the second floor was similar to the first, but finally, some different items appeared around them.
These were some gold coins placed there; despite ten thousand years, this kind of thing still emitted an alluring glow.
Pan Huai's gaze swept over them, pausing for a moment, but then he looked at Wang Nan. "Let's go up first and see what else there is, then we'll divide it later."
Wang Nan nodded in agreement and then walked up.
On the third floor, some differences finally appeared. There was still an arena in front of them, but next to it stood a stone tablet with some inscriptions. Although most of the text was illegible due to the passage of time, a few phrases could still be read.
"This place is… the battle of Jialing Pass, defeated by powerful enemies, my two brothers' cultivation could no longer advance… difficult to let go…"
"…The destruction of Spirit Hall… In my later years, I occasionally gained something. My two brothers left their Legacy here, in the land of Spirit Hall, hoping that future generations might gain enlightenment…"
It seemed that the two ancestors of the Qian Family back then did not intend to rebuild Spirit Hall or revitalize the Qian Family. It was just that their words were passed down orally by later generations, and it was inevitable that other people's intentions were mixed in, eventually becoming the version Pan Huai spoke of.
Pan Huai was still looking at the inscriptions on the stone tablet, while Wang Nan had already ascended the steps to the fourth floor.
On the long tables here were some jade boxes, which seemed to have contained medicinal herbs or medicinal pills, but they had all dissipated.
Wang Nan did not linger and continued upward. On the fifth floor were two books, but the writing on them was already blurred.
Wang Nan approached and barely managed to decipher some of it, surprisingly finding some familiar descriptions that were quite similar to the meditation methods he had learned from his father when he was young. It seemed these two were indeed his ancestors in this life.
On the sixth floor, Wang Nan finally saw something different.
Two giant dragon phantoms, one blue and one red, were waiting here. After seeing Wang Nan arrive, the blue phantom transformed into a hazy human figure, and the red phantom transformed into a long rod held in the human figure's hand.