Chapter 286: Bloodline (2)
“Huuu…”
A bare wall.
Yet, just looking at it made her heartbeat quicken.
That was it.
Beyond this lay the treasure vault where the legacy of Bicheonhori slumbered.
Enemies who reached the deepest part of the cave said they were greatly flustered upon seeing this empty wall.
I knew there was treasure beyond this, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I even considered breaking it open by force, but I had no idea what was inside.
Truth be told, even if the enemy had tried to break it by force, they would have failed.
The stones forming the wall were over 1.5 meters thick, and iron plates were even attached to the very edges.
At this thickness, it would take at least a dozen or so strikes of the Sword of the Moon to barely pierce it.
Of course, all the treasures inside would be smashed to pieces.
In other words, it was a trick exploiting human psychology—a wall that appeared to be a door, but was in reality an incredibly sturdy wall.
A trick that only the owner of the Seven-Colored Painting could possibly notice.
How do I know?
I sensed a passage just wide enough for one person to squeeze through inside the left wall.
That’s why I deliberately took my time heading out of the cave and soon arrived at a featureless wall.
I fired a dart toward the empty space I sensed in the ceiling, and soon heard a faint rattling sound.
Seeing a door applying the principle of a medieval martial arts door lock made me wish I could meet the legendary master of the Flying Sword Sect in person.
