Returning behind the barrier, a bubble-like partition completely separated the two worlds.
The Gray Scale vanished from sight.
Yang An stood before the barrier, lost in thought.
'He had originally thought it was just a few people from the Life Crane Sect. He'd assumed that after their deaths, their souls had been snatched away by that old man, He, which was why they'd appeared in the Xian Origin Land.'
'But it wasn't just them. The old man's former disciples were there too, and there was surely more than one.'
'The Gray Scale was just the shallowest layer of the Xian Origin Land. Its depths were intimately connected to the *Mystic Path Decoded*.'
'But in his cultivation journey so far, he had never experienced the price of his Cultivation Technique, so he had no idea what these "other levels" were actually like.'
'It looked like he would have to explore it for himself.'
'He had gained control over the Xian Origin, but he didn't know what that control actually entailed.'
