"Senior, this junior would like to ask you where you learned about it."
Wang Jin cupped his hands and asked respectfully.
Hui Dian Deng has little to do with the company. He lives in seclusion and has only a moderate relationship with the elders of the Hu and Huang families.
No matter how he looked at it, he shouldn't know the true whereabouts of Chang Tianqing.
"Um…"
Hui Dian Deng stroked his beard and seemed to be thinking deeply.
Just when he was worried about not being able to get down the stairs, Wang Jin put the words in front of him.
Children can be taught.
As if he was afraid that Wang Jinquan would guess him if he spoke too slowly, the old man didn't hesitate for long before he spoke.
"Chang Tianqing wanted to get rid of the bones, so he came to the door himself."
"He is indeed very strong, and he carries three or four rare items."
"I have been practicing hard for many years, and I still have Fu Gu by my side, but I am still no match for him."
Hui Dian Deng squinted his eyes, seeming to recall the battle at that time.
"Plus there are very few immortals walking around here, I thought I was about to die here."
"Later, a man appeared out of nowhere."
"I couldn't see clearly at that time. I could only vaguely see that he was wearing white clothes and calling himself something...the Adjuster."
The corners of Hui Dian Deng's mouth twitched, obviously thinking of something bad.
"That is indeed a good man. He can force Chang Tianqing back with just one gold brick. I vaguely remember..."
Kong E seemed to have dug a gap in the tunnel, and the air flow from nowhere caused the flames in the oil lamps to flicker.
Hui Dian Deng turned to look at Wang Jin's face and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"He looks somewhat similar to you."
"...I may know who that person is."
The young man rubbed his temples and didn't talk much about this topic.
If you think about it carefully, seventeen years ago should have been Wang Jue's active period, so it's not surprising to see him here.
"The man seemed to be in a bad mood at the time."
Seemingly noticing that Wang Jin's expression was not quite right, Hui Dian Deng added.
"Senior, Chang Tianqing died like this?"
Wang Jin shook his head and interrupted Hui Dianden's words.
It's not that he doesn't want to know more about Wang Jue.
Just the faint pollution floating in the air made it impossible to continue talking.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Jin vaguely found that every time he talked about Wang Jue, the pollution that followed became a little stronger.
If this continues...
"No."
Hui Dian Deng pondered for a moment and then spoke, interrupting Wang Jin's train of thought.
"No?"
"Um."
The old man coughed twice and continued.
"He took Chang Tianqing away, but the situation in the Northeast did not return to calm. Instead, it became even more chaotic."
"It took some time before everything was completely over."
"Huang Santai told me that Chang Tianqing has been beaten back to his original shape, skinned and cramped, so I don't have to worry anymore."
After saying this, Hui Dianlan stopped.
At the end of the long staircase, a simple bronze double door stood in place.
It is so huge that it makes people look extremely small standing in front of it.
It's rusty, but no one dares to look down upon it.
A heart-stopping breath escaped from behind the door, but he still couldn't break free.
"This...this is baby."
The little fat man swallowed, his eyes almost flying out.
"Things left behind by the Taoist priest."
Hui Dian Deng slowly opened his mouth and explained to the astonished Shi Baibai.
"Even if I die, it's not that easy to get the non-transformable bones."
The old man raised the oil lamp as he spoke.
The soybean-like flame had expanded to the size of a human head and turned completely white.
"Light up."
The old man shouted low, and tongues of fire roared out, shrouding the bronze door.
Soon, the two opposite doors became as new as ever.
"This door is not made of bronze."
Shi Baibai whispered something in Wang Jin's ear.
"What Senior Hui did just now is based on the same principle as the Thunder Fire Refining Palace."
Seemingly worried that Wang Jin wouldn't understand, Shi Baibailou explained.
"There is a golden palace made of gilded copper on the top of Wudang Mountain."
"When thunder falls and rolls back and forth on the top floor of the Golden Palace, it will become as new as ever."
"Senior Hui's flame seems to come from the immortal bone, so this door..."
"You want to say this door is a strange object?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Shi Baibai with interest.
If he hadn't become a disciple, this little fat man should be a qualified antique dealer.
And now, he has come full circle and conveyed this message to himself.
Wang Jin did not intend to ignore it.
"Senior, can you let me open the door?"
The young man cupped his hands and spoke softly.
"Oh? What are you kidding about again?"
Hui Dian Deng looked at Wang Jin and then retracted his outstretched palm.
"Thank you."
The young man took a deep breath, then reached out and pressed on the door.
A warm touch came, and the metal door seemed to be breathing.
But Wang Jin didn't hesitate at all.
Contact is established and suppression is formed.
Inspiration surged, but the power of strange stories was completely silent.
The door didn't move at all.
"Eh?"
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that contact suppression would sometimes fail.
"No, that's not right."
After thinking for a while, he quickly found the key to the problem.
Contact suppression did not fail, but was quite successful.
The peculiar characteristics of the gate disappeared, and the gate became an ordinary item.
Ordinary items weighing more than ten tons.
Even though Wang Jin was exhausted, he couldn't push him away.
Although it is possible to temporarily change the weight of an object using the power of the abomination, it is... very difficult to create a gate of this magnitude.
"Well, it's not a strange object, just two somewhat special doors."
Wang Jin took a breath and released the contact suppression.
The power of strange stories circulated again, and the door seemed to have its own temper, shaking slightly twice.
But at least this time it's moving.
Wang Jin exerted force again, and the metal door slowly opened as if it matched his palm.
The white light lights up, making people subconsciously want to close their eyes.
Fortunately, Wang Jin was able to overcome this instinct.
The true appearance of the immortal body was right in front of them, and everyone was very excited.
The young man slowly raised his head and looked at everything in front of him.
This is an underground palace.
It’s hard to imagine that there would be a building of this size underneath the gray thatched cottage.
The impossibly wide main hall is exactly the same size as the bronze door.
It's as if giants once lived here.
In the middle of the hall is an equally huge chair, with a figure sitting on the chair.
With his ordinary human form, he seems out of place in the main hall, and you may even ignore him involuntarily.
But that terrifying momentum made it impossible to deny his existence.
"Just a skeleton is so terrifying... This is a peerless fierce man..."