The platform they were on began to ascend once more, an action that immediately startled the members of the Death Knights present.
"Mr. Chen Fan, what exactly is going on? How could this happen?" Chris asked, a hint of fear in his voice. As a martial artist who believed in the advanced products of the new era, he was uneasy entrusting his body to a mobile platform of unknown age.
After a short while.
The platform stopped, and what came into view was a colossal octagonal pavilion. They were standing at the very bottom of this grand structure, where several large characters were prominently displayed.
"Tong Tian Ge"
The solemn characters stood tall, and even the eight supporting pillars were crafted from gold-veined purple wood, signifying considerable expense.
Though they were old-era martial artists, they were, after all, stronger and wealthier than their modern counterparts.
"Brother Chen Fan, can I take a piece to sell?" Bai Zhannian stroked a pillar as if it were his own mother.
"You don't lack money, why sell it? You just want to take it back to show your master, but it's so tall. Forget about me, even with modern equipment, it might not be transportable. How long would it take to saw through?" Chen Fan shrugged helplessly.
"Actually, I have a way," Chris interjected suddenly.
Bai Zhannian's gaze immediately shifted to Chris. "How would you do it???"
"Once we're out, we'll just find a construction crew and have them dismantle the entire place, excavate the area, and then it would be easy," Chris proposed.
"This is a tourist attraction in Red Sun Country! Are you that powerful? Besides, there's a Divine level expert guarding it. Do you think you can take it if you want to?"
With that, Chen Fan walked to the front of the group. After all, he was the strongest member here. Even facing a full-powered attack from a Divine level expert, Chen Fan believed he could withstand it, or at least guarantee his own life would remain unharmed. This was Chen Fan's confidence.
Pushing open the door, they were met not with monsters or stone soldiers, but with rows upon rows of neatly arranged books, talismans, and writings.
Chen Fan leaned in for a closer look.
The writing laid out on the table clearly stated: "Welcome to Tong Tian Ge! Though I am already deceased, I have left behind a sliver of my soul to guard this place. Reaching this point is proof enough of your great strength. I hope you will treat this pavilion with care and avoid excessive destruction."
Chen Fan read the final passage aloud and then looked at Chris and the others, saying with a light tone.
"Then you truly are powerful."
Chris, unaccustomed to being teased, felt a flicker of embarrassment.
"Hey, I told you, it's a win-win cooperation. You also came to kill the Left Divine Hall, and so did I. An enemy of an enemy is a friend..."
Chen Fan smiled.
"Based on my understanding of Sector Thirteen, it seems they've deployed a lot of top experts for this operation. Are you sure you can counter Sector Thirteen?"
Chen Fan looked at the people Chris had brought, suddenly feeling a little unconfident.
"Brother Chen Fan, don't worry. These are all top-tier experts, all Golden Core stage cultivators! And I possess the strength of a Nascent Soul stage expert. We are very formidable!"
Hearing Chris's confident assertion, Chen Fan felt an urge to put this man, who had bypassed all challenges and arrived solely via his GPS system, in his place.
"However, from what I understand, this time Sector Thirteen has mobilized around sixty Golden Core stage experts, and ten quasi-Nascent Soul level powerhouses."
Chris's confidence faltered upon hearing Chen Fan's words. Not to mention the ten quasi-Nascent Soul level experts, the Left Divine Hall himself was a peak Nascent Soul stage expert. Moreover, Sector Thirteen had some special methods that could greatly amplify a person's combat power.
"Don't worry, your Brother Fan is a quasi-Divine level expert," Bai Zhannian chimed in at this moment.
Chen Fan glared at Bai Zhannian, feeling as though his cover had been blown.
"Oh my god, a quasi-Divine level expert!"
Chris overheard Bai Zhannian's exclamation.
Chris marveled inwardly at Chen Fan's quasi-Divine level strength. They had only met a few days ago, and Chen Fan had miraculously progressed from Nascent Soul to quasi-Divine. It was truly incredible.
Chen Fan said nothing more.
But Bai Zhannian seemed to have discovered something.
"Brother Chen Fan, come quickly, there's a way to the second floor here!"
Upon hearing about the second floor, Chen Fan's interest was immediately piqued. He had already explored the first floor but found nothing. Hearing Bai Zhannian mention the second floor, he rushed over to investigate.
"Don't move recklessly, let me open the door. At least I can resist many attacks and protect everyone's safety."
Chen Fan kicked the door, and it immediately creaked open.
A rich scent of pills wafted towards them. This was the second floor. A five-pointed alchemical furnace was placed in the center of the room, surrounded by counters adorned with colorful papers.
"Brother Chen Fan, I can read these characters! Master taught us ancient script in the Kunlun Secret Realm," Bai Zhannian exclaimed, delighted that his expertise was relevant.
Chris, on the other hand, was utterly bewildered.
"This is harder to learn than Chinese, and you, a prodigy, understand it???"
"What is this? My master is an old man who can read ancient script fluently," Bai Zhannian replied to Chris.
"This is for healing wounds."
"This is to increase attack power."
"This is to develop potential."
"This is to increase defense."
"This is to temper true qi."
After explaining each item, Bai Zhannian casually picked up a pill that increased defense and swallowed it in one gulp.