In the westernmost regions, a seemingly solid stone door suddenly burst open from the outside with a loud "bang".
Amidst the shower of countless pieces of rubble, a young man in a cyan robe walked in leisurely.
The young man had dark skin and an ordinary face, but his eyes were clear, with a faint trace of blue light flickering in his pupils.
"So this is the Holy Hall of the Thousand Bamboo School, which vanished thousands of years ago. It really doesn't look that impressive. However, the restrictives outside were indeed formidable—even half-decayed, they still took me half a day to break through." The young man halted his steps, swept his gaze around, and murmured to himself with a slight frown.
Behind the stone door, there was a surprisingly vast secret chamber over thirty yards wide, featuring nothing but a primitive gray stone coffin in the center and about a dozen toppled and broken puppets scattered around, with nothing else inside.
