He pushed open the long-sealed wooden door, and daylight poured in.
Xu Yunfan squinted, his gaze fixed on the towering Scripture Pavilion in the distance.
The path of cultivation was long, and it was wise to dabble in all sorts of skills, from crafting elixirs and artifacts to talismans and arrays.
After all, in a Demon Sect that devoured people whole, an extra skill meant an extra chance at survival.
With the Attribute Panel at his disposal, not pursuing cultivation would be an absolute waste.
His original profession had been blacksmithing, and since the armor and weapons he wore needed modification, he was naturally more focused on Artifact Refining.
He hesitated no longer.
Xu Yunfan climbed the bluestone steps. Halfway up Hundred Desires Peak, a grayish-black building stood nestled against the mountain. Bronze Bells hung from its upturned eaves, tolling mournfully in the wind.
