At this moment, a mysterious force enveloped the secret chamber, preventing outsiders from entering.
Xiao Yifeng glanced at this power, his eyes flickering with a peculiar sheen, as he walked directly forward.
As his hand approached this force, it completely surged into Xiao Yifeng's body.
Once this power was fully absorbed by Xiao Yifeng, he entered the chamber directly.
Inside the chamber, there was only one person and one stele.
A man with long red hair, appearing to be in his thirties, donned a robe and sat cross-legged before the stele.
His body emitted no sign of vitality, seemingly akin to a dead person.
Xiao Yifeng gazed at this figure, advancing slowly forward.
Bang!
Suddenly, a roar emanated from the stele, an intense light erupting forth.
Shua!
The seemingly lifeless eyes of the man abruptly opened, revealing an eternal and profound gaze.
Subsequently, the man stood up, exuding a long-standing historical aura.
He slowly turned, his eyes fixing on Xiao Yifeng.
